Puggle is 2 and nearly a half years old.

He’s definitely a toddler, and I think so far, this is my favourite age.

I’ve been meaning to write about the joys of a toddler for the last couple of weeks. His presence is a real help as I’ve been very pregnant (not that it’s completely one-sided… he still asks to be picked up and carried at odd moments for example, which is not easy at this stage, and he’s not completely even tempered… but the ledger is most definitely on the positive side!)

He is full of energy and enthusiasm.

For keeping floors clean there is nothing like a toddler and a roomba.

For picking lemons a toddler and a rake are essential.

He’s full of cuddles and kisses and ‘I love yous’.

He loves to talk and tell us things… unprompted conversations about all sorts of random stuff.

He smiles and grins and gets so excited by all sorts of things (currently he’s bouncing because we’re having fish and chips and that means I will have to cut a lemon!)