Although Little A is four months next week, I still catch myself thinking "who has left their baby on my sofa?" I am very much used to him being around but sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for his parents to come and pick him up. And it's not when he is cranky or not so pleasant to be around. It's usually when he is happy and just lying around and I can watch him. It's like I'm fine looking after him, but surely he is not staying for ever, is he?
I guess he is. This is his home too now.