I’ve been looking at the Moo recently thinking, ‘how on earth did that happen?’ It seems bizarre that I should have a child, let alone such a particulary lovely one. (I may be biased!) He has still got a lovely nature (not inherited) and smiles at almost everyone. He says ‘dad’ and ‘duck’ but can sign about 25 words, all the farm animals and some useful things like ‘nappy’, ‘drink’ and ‘hot’. He signs for boobs most often and I nurse him around 4 times a day.

I am a bit worried about his height as he is still pretty dinky but he is eating well (wheat too at last, but no sugar, meat or dairy) and is getting almost tubby. I’m getting pissed off with snide comments about his height at playgroup and people asking if he is handicapped when I sign to him. I just feel like I am doing my very best for him and have to defend it all the time. Though when I think about it I have a breastfeeding toddler who doesnt watch telly, doesn’t know what a chocolate biccy is, or a burger, doesn’t have a pushchair, is not vaccinated, and has a silly name. I guess I am asking for it. And I think his ‘formula is for suckers’ T-shirt has riled them somewhat.