My baby boy is 1. Let me repeat this : My baby boy V. is 1-year-old! No, I still don’t believe it. That means that I’ve been a mum for a year too. Wow! That also sounds unbelievable. And yes, my baby calls me mummy but only occasionally. He’s too busy running around the house chasing the cat. Poor cat! He spends a lot of time high up on the cupboards out of our baby’s reach.
V. is a strong, big boy. He’s 78 cm tall and weighs exactly 10 kg. He still loves to be carried around which is sometimes quite painful for my ageing back. He likes to cuddle a lot! V. is such a cheerful boy. Very determined and very persistent too. Prefers to play with things that aren’t baby toys. He walks. He carries things. He pushes furniture. He climbs the sofa. He makes all sorts of loud noises but he doesn’t talk (he just says mama). He’s got 7 teeth now and likes to chew on all sorts of forbidden things. He smiles when you say sternly NO, and just continues to do whatever he isn’t allowed to do until you move him. He’s fearless. He rarely cries. He doesn’t like changing diapers or getting undressed for bed. He eats a lot of different foods but I still nurse him. He loves spending time with his grandparents. He enjoys being out. He is a proper water baby, in the bathtub and in the sea. He likes playing with the ball. He has travelled. He’s been to Italy several times. He discovered San Marino. He’s visited a lot of towns in Croatia.