Jake is now officially a 17 month old. Only 1 month before the magic 18! Latest developments :
- Saying ‘no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no’
- Saying ‘go’ and ‘go down’
- Eating like there’s no tomorrow
- Playing tug-of-war with Daddy
- He has cut one of his incisors. I think that’s 13 teeth(I’m losing count now!)
Jake had two jabs on Friday. One of them was his MMR. I went with Amy to the clinic. It was heart-breaking. I held him in my lap and held his arms while he was jabbed. He howled with the second jab and had great fat blobby tears :-(. His leg is now quite swollen so we think the nurse didn’t put the needle in the correct place. Bloody incompetence. He was a very brave lion though (got the sticker) and was soon happy again. Poor angel.
We are spending the week at Amy’s mum’s house in Rustington. Yesterday we had a BBQ and Jake enjoyed charging around the garden with his bat and ball and playing with his new friend Mia.
In the evening Jake went to bed with barely a whimper and soon was fast asleep. He was very noisy during the night. He kept wriggling about and would say random words like ‘no!’ He woke at around 5ish with a hearty ‘Dada!’. He had leaked again so maybe that woke him up. We changed him and popped him in our bed. He didn’t really settle. He was pulling our ears and saying ‘ear!’ and then was lifting Amy’s cover and saying ‘Boo!’ to her exhausted face. When I got up (at the ungodly hour of 6.00am) I put him back in his travel cot. To my surprise he lay there calmly stroking his tags. What a poppet.