Dot writes: I’ve decided that Hugh is no longer to be called Prawn. He is now officially Scampi, as he is a little scamp. Actually this morning he is being a right royal pain in the neck: he woke at 3.40am and again at 5.10, consented to stay in bed breastfeeding until about 7 but was then bad-tempered over his breakfast – threw his apple and his beaker repeatedly on the floor, refused porridge, was taken out of his high chair, shouted until I put him back in it, took a little porridge and then batted it away as though I were trying to feed him fuzzy tarantulas, shouted again, was put down again, generally drove me nuts – and since then he has again been in shouty mood, though after a trip to the shops with Ken he seems to have calmed down to talkative. I have to sing in the choir today so I’m leaving him at home when I go to church. I must say I’m rather glad about this.
But he is very cute. So here are some more recent pictures of him being cute. He has started to use his baby walker for walking practice (or, sometimes, as it goes rather fast for him on our slippery floor, frantically shuffling along in a kneeling position practice). Here he is with the walker. The mark on his cheek is not a smut but one of his many bruises. He falls over constantly; but so far the walker has been one of his safer aids to locomotion.