Of course Frey has been chatting for some time now – and he says ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ and a noise that sounds like ‘Quack quack’ when we play with the ducks in the bath. He also says ‘Baba’ whenever he sees our cat, whose name is Bob.
I was worried about bringing Frey home from hospital when we did, as he still seemed so so poorly. When they said we could stay I almost took them up on it, but then decided to try and bring him home, as we could always take him back if he got worse. But when he came into the house he visibly cheered up, especially at the sight of Bob.
The next morning, Bob jumped up on the bed to join us as he does every morning, and I said, as I do every morning, ‘It’s Bob Bob!!’ And Frey replied, ‘Bob!’
I reacted as though he had just won a gold medal. My boy is a genius! Well, he does love his cat.
“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” – Kahil Gibran
Back at the end of December, it was a normal early evening at our house…