Authors: Marisa Mackle
John is growing at an alarming rate. In fact he’s
crawling around the place at breakneck speed and is eating me out of house and home too. Soon I won’t even be able to call him Baby John any more. He’ll just be plain John. I kind of miss him being a baby sometimes. When he was small he was easier to handle and I could just put him in the cot if I needed to do something. No chance of that now. I need eyes in the back of my head to watch him!
Dave asked me the other day if I had ever thought
about giving John a little brother or a sister. Truthfully, I hadn’t. Not until now anyway. But who knows? Maybe Dave is secretly becoming a bit broody. And maybe, just maybe, his broodiness will rub off on me too! But for the moment I’m just happy out.