My little lamb

This photo was taken a few days ago, I couldn't resist taking a picture of Toby in his lamb suit, with his crazy hair. My very own little lamb.
He has been a little angel all weekend (though saying this will jinx me for the rest of the week, I know..) He has slept through for the past 2 nights (for the first time in over a week) and he seems to be starting to eat food again, after me panicking that he was wasting away. And going to bed at 7pm with no fuss and no tears.
It must be all the talking he is doing, it must be wearing him out. His new word of the week is "cracker". He shouted it out last Monday when we were in the newsagents - "Mama! Cracker!" I couldn't believe my ears, the word was crystal clear. I promptly gave him a cracker, and he was mighty pleased with himself. He has being saying the word a lot ever since, and getting a piece of cracker every time. Though I noticed today that he was using the word to try and get other things
he wants - such as my latte, Luis's blackberry, the car keys - as if the word "cracker" means 'please give that to me NOW', as there is a definite hint of an order in the way he says the word. Not really very lamb like behaviour.

My gorgeous boy

He's cheeky, he's funny, he's a dribbling mess.....

My little helper

Toby was helping me with the photography today, holding the lens cap for me....


He's 'talking' more than ever at the moment, he pretends to talk on the telephone and holds it up properly to his ear. And he spent most of the afternoon talking non-stop to me, just wish he was speaking English so I could actually understand him.....
He has also been calling me Daddy all day. Whenever I correct him, "No Toby, I'm Mama", he wrinkles his nose and laughs at me. Then he shouts out "Dada!" again, and when I turn to look at him, exasperated, he cracks up with laughter. The only time he ever says Mama, is as a last resort, when he has tried every other trick in the book and he has still not been rescued from his cot. Then he shouts it out loudly, knowing it will pull on my heart strings and I'll go rushing in immediately, delighted. What a cheeky little man he is.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to my blog, 1 year and one day old!

A weekend away

We had a really relaxing weekend at the farm. It rained all weekend, but we didn't care. It gave us even more of an excuse to do absolutely nothing. (Apart from eating and drinking...quite a lot of it too)

Uh-oh

Uh-oh is his latest thing, and he loves to (purposefully) drop things on the floor and then exclaim, uh-oh! I can't get enough of him doing it.


But uh-oh is what I felt like saying, when I realised how hard it is to take a passport photo of a baby.
They have to be facing straight on, eyes looking straight at the camera, and mouth closed, trying to get this combination all at once is impossible. It made me realise that Toby rarely closes his mouth, and can't seem to not smile when there's a camera around. I resorted to letting him play with scissors (ssshhh, don't tell anyone, but it was the only way I could get him to sit still, he has been desperate to play with scissors for so long, it was like a dream come true for him) and I eventually got the shot. Phew!