Dear William - Week 32

Dear Wilbo,

Or should I say The Peggie Monster? Or perhaps even Fang?

Yup! You have your first toothy-peg and it started coming through on the exact day you turned seven months-old.

I'm not going to lie baby. I have been up and down all night with you this week. You wouldn't settle and you just wanted me to console you. It was lovely to feel so loved but by night three I actually felt sick with tiredness.

Luckily, the worst seems to be over and you only woke the once last night. I'm hopeful for tonight too as you went down like a dream and you were nice and full from your Granny's quiche and some milk.

With every week that passes, I find myself going "this is my favourite age so far." But every week tops the next. Since we moved, and I've started doing the drive to work, I have to collect you from Granny and Po's on my way home from work. I am getting better at driving, you'll be pleased to know (for future football runs!), and I even get excited now, because I know I'm driving home to be with my baby. Tonight, Granny opened the door with you in your arms and your face broke into a grin and you looked at Granny like: "LOOK! IT'S MY MUM!" You reached your arms out for me and held me close and started truffling for boob. Some things never change!

I love you. And I say that every day with a smile on my face. I'm so lucky to be your mum. And if I could find a loudspeaker big enough I would tell the whole world!

Love you.

Mama xxx