I've just had a very hectic week coping with Paul working away, me working as per usual plus evening meetings in handy places like Wigtown, Cubs, homework, the dentist, running out of Weetabix (severe crisis in this household), and the car developing a nasty crunch in its gearbox (jams in reverse. Or first, after I'd pulled out onto the A76). On top of all this Little Dodd needed fed at lunchtime when I was out at work.
He got fed by quite a range of kind people last week. Apparently he got on well with everyone, though my mother freaked him out by turning up one lunchtime in heavy rain wearing a packaway raincoat that comes down to her knees. So thank you Mum, and Martin, Shirley, Dougie and Cameron.
However, I reckon weaning must be on the horizon.
