Well, it's official. I have a British baby. For the third time this week, the temperature has soared to a sunny 26 degrees... and the little man has been rather out of sorts. Sweaty and grouchy as any London tube commuter. However, tonight, one oscillating fan (thank you Alex), one tepid bath, and a few Billie Holiday singalongs later, he's my buddy again. Throw in a few funny faces and lots of munchy cuddles and he's really, for real laughing. Which is pretty much the best thing in the whole world, ever.