Still wearing layers of wool, and squeezing into her handknitted dress, which surely will not fit for much longer. So close to sitting now, she reclines on the old sofa bed while I sort through the next lot of hand-me-downs in readiness for our island holiday. Piles of filmy cotton shirts and dresses and frilly bloomers, all in size 0. She has had her first taste of food - a lick of cucumber; a suck on on an apple core. Wearing holes in any piece of fabric she can cram in her mouth, teeth can't be far away. Now the challenge is stopping her littlest brother from sticking random bits of biscuit and cake in her mouth.