I remember the chunky 'brick' feet you had as a baby. I used to spend ages starring at them thinking how cute and square they were. I have such fond memories of pushing you around in your red 'Bobby Car', sometimes sitting you in the trailer while I pulled you around the house, watching you smile and listening to you laugh as we went faster. You were so mischievous, covering the bathroom walls with mums makeup, sitting in the gap between the cooker and fridge where mum couldn't see you eating all the tangerines (we would walk in and see the peel flying out from the gap). I remember mum spending hours baking dad a birthday cake (you know how much she hated to cook and bake) filling it with jam and fresh whipped cream. She put it safely in the fridge (or so she thought) only to come in a while later to find you sat in the middle of the kitchen floor scooping all the jam and cream out with your hands.
Another time she was in Jim's bedroom making his bed, when you came along and stuck a dart he had left lying around in to her bum cheek. She was so mad with Jim for leaving that dart lying around. She couldn't sit down comfortably for a week. I have so many funny memories of you Andy, and no one will ever take them from me. I wish I could go back in time and be that small girl pulling you around the house in that trailer again.