Adam was a kissing machine today - he gives the best soggy kisses - we have gates up everywhere - it’s like having a ferret in the house!  Says dadadada and mumumum and “ga”for everything else - makes a squealy noise when he sees Lindbergh - like a cat’s meow.  He’s like Mowgli from The Jungle Book - but raised by cats, instead of wolves.

When he’s mad he grinds his teeth - well gums - and turns beet red and makes two little fists - and makes this sound as if he’s constipated - it’s hysterical.  I went into his room the other day and he was sitting on his floor flipping through two books he had pulled off his shelf - I almost cried.

Love you lots and lots and lots.