My tiny little boy turned 18 months yesterday! What? How is this possible? Very odd. I’ve been so busy that I barely noticed it happening.
We went on holiday last week to Hay on Wye. Just for the week in a rented cottage. But we had a lovely time. Benedict was happy because he had his nana with him all day every day. This boy does loves his nana!
Also the house overlooked farm land. And every morning we saw a friendly cockerel outside the kitchen window, which was pretty much the most exciting thing in the world to Benedict. There was also sheep. He spent most of the days baaing and cock-a-doodle dooing.
He had a great time exploring, running around, and the house had a lovely garden – which we don’t have, and he spent every possible moment there.
Here are some pics
he loves to carry the umbrella. That was at Llanthony Priory. It was just breathtaking.
and he met dinosaurs
and here’s a picture of him the other day, sitting on his new scuttle bug
of course, being Benedict, he doesn’t just sit on scuttle bug
haha! He’s so adventurous. And always friendly
he can be a little
grumpy determined. Especially if he doesn’t get enough sleep, or he gets up too early. Or he’s teething of course. He has acquired about 6 teeth in the last 6 weeks, so the poor boy has hardly been happy.
Anyway, I’ve weaned him down to only 3 feeds a day, and research suggests that hydroxy is actually safe for nursing, especially as he hardly feeds much now, so I’ll start it when I see my doc next month and wean Benedict with no huge rush.
I must go to bed. It’s 11pm, and I’m sure Benedict will have me up at 6am tomorrow.