March was the month Tommy sat up by himself. Sort of. When propped on the swing anyway.
March was the month we started weaning Tommy. So far Rusks biscuits, apples and bananas and sweet potato. Here he is before he tipped the pot of food all over himself and his high chair.
March was the month my friend Sophie kindly passed on the play station. Tommy loves it, he thinks he's a DJ. Actually he doesn't know what a DJ is, he just likes trying to eat the plastic microphone.
March was the month we went to the family fun day at Ascot. Unfortunately we didn't win our fortune on the horses, therefore we couldn't buy a tropical island and live like Kings. Maybe next time.
So that was March.