On another note, Darwin has entered a new phase of going through separation anxiety. Oh the joys of not being able to leave a room, go to the toilet (I’ve heard a story about a certain person having this trouble as a baby), he won’t even sit in a highchair as apparently that’s too far away from Mummy. I have to carry him whilst cooking dinner, getting ready, going to the toilet or else he shrieks from the top of his lungs. It is very sweet however it is getting a little annoying.