It’s bloody awful when your baby gets sick for the first time. And it’s hard to know what to do because in some cases you can’t even tell that they are that sick. Master Menzies’  was fighting off a virus, which he has kindly shared with me and I felt like a truck had hit me. But not Master Menzies, he was playing with his toys, eating better than ever and smiling his way through the day. The only give away are the green snot bubbles and chesty cough and the extra nap he was having each day. It makes me start to think if babies can soldier on through an illness like that, why can’t we as adults?

Master Menzies is now 7 months old. I thought this would be way to young for distinct words rather than babbling sounds, but Master Menzies has been on the Mum train for a few days now. If you don’t know what I the Mum train its this -“Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum”… all day long. Sometimes we switch stations and we board the Dad train so we get “Dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad”. For the first 3 days this was cute, but now I am I finding myself trying to teach a 7mo how to put it into context. Already this morning I have told him about 10 times that Dad is at work (we’ve only been awake for an hour) and that Mum mum mum is making breakfast, feeding you weetbix, wiping your face etc.

So we are all aboard the Mum and Dad train the the Menzies’ house. Toot! Toot! or should it be Mum, Mum, Mum!?