Seventeen Months

The kid becomes more fun to be around every month. This month has brought more walking than crawling, and climbing everything, from the couch, to the dining chairs, to the mother, and even the oven.


He’s rather pleased with his new abilities, but very rarely uses them for good.


He can now sit at his own table and eat food off a plate.


More often, the food gets flung and he dances on the table, but the basic skills are there.

He’s learning from the bunnies that hay is a tasty treat.


And he’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.


The end of an era

When George died (in 2004), one of the things we found in his kitchen was an ancient roll of cling wrap. George never bought a brand name product when there was a generic available, and he never bought the small size if there was a catering pack available. This Black Gold cling wrap could be ten years old, and on Saturday, when Mum and I were making a recipe from one of his sisters, it ran out.