Saturday.
Hard to believe that little #Bertie is already 20 weeks old. The weeks have flown.
He's now got a couple of teeth, has just gone up a size in nappies and enjoys pretending he can walk by being stomped across the carpet, supported under the arms.
he likes warm milk, falling asleep to BBC Radio 3 Unwind Or a Debbie Wiseman album when I'm in charge or being hummed-at by his mother when she is, and owns a small but growing collection of hairs from my beard, which he plucks with great force and seemingly all signs of enjoyment.
He's started to giggle vocally and is almost too big for his baby bath.
he has, as of yet, not provided any verbal feedback on life, other than to demand "ning!" routinely, which we assume is his request to be fed.
He's also, as pictured, literally, if not quite figuratively, found his feet.
I've hashtagged his name from this point forward because not everyone wants to see the #BabyPhotos.



















