No party, but we’re celebrating. My darling, dearest baby boy is 18 months old. I can’t believe I had to be convinced to have a second child. Husband spent years begging, hence the four-year age gap between the kids. I had such bad morning sickness with my daughter, I really didn’t like being pregnant. And it was another tough pregnancy, with worse morning sickness. But it was worth it.
Dubz runs around in a frenzy and has done so since he was 12 months old. He is happy and busy. He is obsessed with elephants. He said his first two words (dada and mama) at 10 months and nothing concrete since. There are lots of sounds that are almost words. He’ll get there in his time. Right now I am enjoying his funny little ways.
