Apparently this was Gus’s second word. I haven’t heard it yet but he was carrying a rubber one around for most of the morning. Grandpa is also morphing from ‘dada’ to more of a ‘gha’.
Oh and he suddenly has three new back teeth. Gus, that is, not Grandpa.
I’m busy catching up with a deadline but keep wanting to play with my new phone and/or write to people to thank them for birthday stuff. I have a sort of birthday resolution to pull my head up out of the insular cave I’ve been in for over a year and start being a good friend again. Looking forward to it once I get this report done.
Still no sign of the camera. I’m gutted. Some great photos on it, plus I’ve come to think of it as a kind of well-worn friend. (Come back! I’ll be better, I promise!)