Summary
As I'm writing this Gav is battling around the supermarket with Morgan (pictured). In a moment of madness my husband declared that Morgan, who is now five months old, should fit in with us and not the other way round. Of course in principle I agree. But I also know that he's shattered and right about now will be screaming and thrashing around in his seat as Gav tries to pack the shopping single-handed. Rather him than me! This will be accompanied by stares and tuts from people without children and his only saviour will be to sing 'One Man Went to Mow' at the top of his voice. Naturally he will deny the total mayhem when he gets back ... until I see the CCTV evidence on Look North later tonight.
Morgan used to gurgle and coo gently but has since found his voice. Now he thinks it's hilarious to squawk like a parrot in your ear and then giggle hysterically when you jump out of your skin. In one of our many books it suggests imitating your child to build their confidence and my house has become more of an aviary than a home. To say that my nerves are shot is an understatement. Bit gutted that we've moved on from last week's raspberry-blowing as that was very cute.See the full content of this document
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