Little dude has two little teeth. He seems to have missed the roll of genetic dice from me on this one as I didn't get any til 1 year and was howling in pain from them all the time. He is mostly drooly and a bit grumpy. He is now fascinated with our food so only a little better sitting-up foo is required before he gets his own new nom. At which point I then have to decide if I go on feeding past 6M or swap in the eeeeevil powder.

Holidays next week. A week in Belgium but without being able to have much more than a taster of lovely belgian brews.

It is pissing down.