Adrian and I slept horribly; don’t know what it was but it felt like I spent all night patting him and popping in the dummy. No long awake periods, not much crying or screaming, but not much proper sleep either. We took a very long nap in the morning.

Adrian got to try his first piece of solids: a chunk of crust from home-made bread. He put it in his mouth, probably expecting it to be like any other toy, and was all googly-eyed when he found out it had FLAVOUR. It was a bit too soft and crumbly for his rough grip, though – I will need to come up with more squeeze-resistant food for him. Apple, perhaps.

Went to the library with Ingrid in the afternoon.