Dot writes: you may have noted the rather nice stripy blue dungarees Hugh was wearing for the purposes of sitting the wrong way in his high chair. We bought those three weeks ago. They are already too small. The poppers between his legs constantly unpop so that he ends up wandering around in a sort of dreadful slashed skirt fastened around each ankle. I think they may have shrunk slightly in the wash, but consider this: slightly longer ago (late January?) I bought him some grey and red tracksuit bottoms from Debenhams, which were sufficiently long we had to turn the bottoms of the legs up by well over an inch. Now those trousers are not only a perfectly acceptable length but it’s rather a struggle to get them over his little fat bottom and Ken considers them too tight for use. And the blue trousers we bought on the same day as the striped dungarees no longer need turning up. And his little duffle coat is now hip length (though still too long in the arms).
He has definitely grown. How much of it is height – especially back length; he has proportionally short limbs – and how much is his little fat tummy, I’m not sure. We have switched to cow’s milk which is much fattier than formula and I wonder if that has had an effect.
Meanwhile he seems to have given up on the talking for a bit. We still get loads of foreign-sounding babbling but it must have a been a week since we were treated to a ‘woof-woof’ or a ‘bye-bye’. I am assuming he will take it up again shortly, as surely even Hugh must realise that vague gesturing followed by getting very cross is not a satisfactory way to issue instructions to one’s parents.