Development

Since nine days ago... 

He can sit and maintain his balance - right himself from lolling forwards or falling backwards

He can consciously control the muscles of his mouth - deliberately shape and compress them, and expel air to make a 'B' sound

His mother showed him a game - peek-a-boo. He took the cloth, hid his own face, took a breath, snatched the cloth away and laughed. Did it again, and again. The hairs on my neck stood on end

1,600 babies were born in UK on the same day as him. All over the country, the same small miracles happened today. If you see an old man with grey hair and wide eyes, looking happy but astonished, that's probably why

I formed the dough yesterday morning, put it in the banneton yesterday evening, left it all night and all day, cooked it late this afternoon, 34 hours after it was created. Tomorrow's breakfast looks promising. There is no hurry; take your time and enjoy the process