Now that Henry is 15 months I can no longer really call him a baby (although I still do) – he is a fully fledged walking, talking, rambunctious little toddler. It was sad to see the last of his baby days, the chubbiness of his cheeks and delicious thigh rolls diminishing with the lengthening of limbs, yet at the same time I can’t help thinking that 15 months has been…
