We’re 18 months old today – does that mean we need to start behaving as adults?
I got in BIG, BIG TROUBLE this evening – I was missing Hal so much that I kept trying to rip my beds to pieces. As soon as Mummy took one off me, I moved onto the next, and the next, and the next. One is now in hospital waiting to be repaired.
Report from Grandma is that Hal is doing fine, although he’s starting to get more energetic and wanting to play – I think she’s pleased that he’s coming home tomorrow so she gets a rest – I know I’m pleased, as I so want to see my brother again.