Hallam loves jigsaw puzzles. He did every single puzzle in the whole house, this morning. And then again, this afternoon. He does them all by himself, comes to find me, tells me he has a surprise for me and then “tada!” he declares, showing me his masterpiece. There is a routine, I ask who helped him, running through a list of potential candidates before – oh my goodness, he cannot contain himself – “I helped me!” he shouts. His birthday was in October, he definitely couldn’t do them then. It’s all so quick.
Esme watches her big brother picking up the – quite small, actually – pieces. She is amazed, occasionally picking up puzzle pieces and putting them in her mouth.
Murray, officially ‘overweight’ (thanks to a neighbour who feeds him every morning at 6am) purrs around, hoping for food.
I love this. Especially about Murray. And, if I haven’t said so already – you and Bill have the perfect taste in children’s names.