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Tom - also growing up fast!

My wee baby Tomsk...

I forget sometimes how old he is. Although I hate to do it, I can't help comparing Jack and Tom. I'll probably do the same with all my kids. By the time Jack turned 1 he was walking - running even - and he had a few teeth. Tom is having a bit of a go at crawling, he can get a few inches if he puts his mind to it, but he is a bum shuffler and he's perfectly happy that way so crawling isn't an issue for him. He loves to stand against the sofa or a chair and is constantly trying to pull him self up. He is't showing any signs of cutting a single tooth yet either, and that means I am still breast feeding him, usually just first thing and last thing in the day, but also through the day when he's been poorly.

Because of this I keep thinking he is younger than he is. But then he does things that Jack only did when he was much much older... he mimics sounds really well. I think he might talk a lot earlier than Jack did. It's started with him copying a noise made by sticking your tongue (a kind of blee-bluur-blee-bluur-blee-bluur thing) and copying a raspberry, and then he started to copy a fake sneeze (Jack likes the Mr. Men Mr. Sneeze book), so we've started trying to teach him mummy, daddy, tom, jack etc. He says bicci.... Mark heard him first and wasn't sure he'd heard it right. But he's said it a few times since. Tom LOVES chocolate biscotti (those Heinz baby ones) and if you ask him if he wants a biscuit he'll say "bi-ki"! It's quiet but it's there!

I'm not sure now if I think that Jack was older than his age, or if Tom is younger. Either way I have two wonderful children who are so different from each other but both still perfect. I love that Jack is independent and strong and always to eager to try something new. And I love that Tom is holding on to the soft, cuddly baby side and in no real hurry to grow up. And what's more, they love each other! Jack shows his softer side for his baby brother and wont go to bed without giving Tom and hug and a kiss. He says that "Tom is the best baby EVER!" and to Tom Jack is still the funniest person in all the world.

It's great being their mum

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