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If you told me a year ago that I would be willingly going to visit a baby, on my own, without being dragged, kicking and screaming by someone else I would have probably laughed at you, but that’s what I did yesterday. Im my defence I practically lived with Sprog for 6 months and during that time had to help out with some of the easier tasks (mainly the feeding - mercifully very little direct help was needed on the nappy front) which meant we inadvertently ended up bonding. She is also rather cute. Anyhoos, blessed, as I am, with the rather rosy picture of having a baby in the house (i.e. only having to pitch in if I wanted to, having somewhere to escape to if it all got Too Much and not having to get involved in the messy bits and, most importantly, not having to get up in the middle of the night all the time) I am prepared to give Sprog special dispensation and classify her as human some 17 years early.

Been a while since I last saw Sprog but in that time her teeth have come through properly, she can now walk (I guess it’s still toddling, she falls and trips over rather a lot) and she can say the odd word. Not bad for someone who couldn’t do anything but cry loudly 12 months ago.