Theo looks like a boy now. He is eight and half months old and is unmistakably a boy. There is a period of time when babies look like… well, they look like… just babies; neither male nor female. They are for the most part lacking in hair and their facial features are just cute rather than indicating which sex they are. Generally it is the child’s clothes or colour of pushchair that give away the game – there are however embarrassing moments when strangers make the mistake of saying he or she, when in fact the baby is a she or he. Theo now has short, golden hair, a mischievous look in his eye and shows two teeth when he grins. He is a boy; a cheeky chap. He is also into everything… well everything he can roll or shuffle to.
It is an amazing transformation from those early months when Theo would just lie on his back under his mobile: immobile. It seems like an age since we had to hold his head when we held him, as he had not built up neck strength yet… it seems like only yesterday since we had to catch him when he was sitting on the floor and had not learnt how to balance at all. Now he has an understanding of balance although it doesn’t always stop him toppling over onto his side or back.