You were officially twice the baby you were when you were born.
Our little 7lb 1oz baby
was now a 14lb 4oz little boy.
We couldn't believe how quickly you had grown.
And what a lovely little porker you had become . . .
with your lovely fat thighs,
and lovely fat arms.
Daddy spent a lot of time at weekends trying to educate you about sports.
He was worried that spending all week with Mummy
would mean you would like musicals and romantic dramas.
So he made you sit and watch Survival Sunday with him.
The last day of the football season.
You seemed to enjoy it.
You and Daddy watched the television . . .
. . . transfixed.
Daddy was very proud of you.
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