Tim ventured out to get more tonic water (and other stuff, but that was what he’d run out of) from the local supermarket yesterday but otherwise, we haven’t been anywhere yet. As Weeza put it yesterday, it’s like the prison doors have been unlocked, but nobody’s leaving! I know some people have rushed out to visit the seaside, friends and so on, but none of us has, yet. Though I am going to meet Weeza tomorrow (I had to ask, because no one wants to take risks with us), which I’m looking forward to very much. It’s very hard, not to have seen any of the family for such a long time. Particularly noticeable because of not visiting Ro and co with the new baby, who has changed out of all recognition in the last two and a half months. From having been a little thing, just under six pounds in weight (she was nearly four weeks early and Dora is tiny herself, shorter and slighter than I am), she is now robust, with chins and a fat tum!
Babies come in fat or thin and it doesn’t necessarily mean anything for their childhood size. My three were all fat babies and so were Dilly’s, but Weeza’s were thin and so was Rufus. All three of my children and all seven grandchildren were breast fed, so not overfed formula, and they all grew up slim. I’ve got a lovely picture of Squiffany with her chubby ankles falling over her shoes, when she was about fifteen months old, but she’s a slender teenager now and just naturally grew out of her baby chubbiness.
I so miss baby chubbiness.