Bah Humbug (#2)

So, the boy smiles. A lot. Especially at his dad. His doll, Bob has been graced; even the wall has been so honoured. His mummy? No, still hardly looks at me. Screams blue murder until I turn up when he is hungry. That's gratitude for you. Bah.

The boy had his six week check up today and has yet again been pronounced "perfect." Certainly a very healthy little boy and now growing at a rather more reasonable pace of half a pound a week. Said check was at an unforgivable 0820 so it's time for me to make up with an early night.