I haven't left a blog entry for three weeks because my sister - Littl'un's beloved Aunty Nat - hurt herself very badly. She was in a coma and things looked very bad, so the last thing I was feeling was 'funny'.
Anyway, in the past week Nat's turned a corner and things are very much brighter.
Looking back the last three weeks have been a bit of blur, but now things have settled down a bit, I've noticed that Littl'un has also seen a few major changes of her own.
Weekend just gone she sprouted not one, but two tiny gnashers in her bottom gum.
She is also wriggling like a complete nutter most of the time and actually tries to dive off your lap when you're holding her.
She isn't crawling yet, but she's shuffling backwards.
Yesterday morning at work I got a call from Himself, who takes her to nursery on Monday and Tuesday mornings.
Turns out things weren't going well.
Trying to change her nappy on the bed, she'd started doing her crazy twists and bingo! Himself ended up with poo on his tie.
Nasty!
"It's not funny!" he shouted down the phone at me.
"Of course not," I agreed.