If we speak to Nathan sharply, or tell him something he doesn't want to hear, he's started to go off by himself. He either goes into his cardboard castle, or into the kitchen. It doesn't last very long, and it's all forgotten in a minute or so.

The end of 2001 will also mark the end of this online diary. Nathan's getting old enough that there's a chance that he'll be adversly affected by it.
Many thanks to all who have sent kind emails. These diary pages will continue to be available and we will be keeping the photo section of the site updated.

Hickory Dickory Dock today, then onto The Thatchers pub for lunch.

Currently our little "Wednesday afternoon gang" comprises four children, and they all get on rather well, although they seem to prefer to communicate with each other through us rather than talk directly to each other.