Cuddling up on the sofa, I pressed play on the remote.
And on came Teletubbies – my son Jaxon, then 11 months old, was obsessed with it.
His sister Jessica, then six, snuggled up to watch it, too.
Giggling at the screen, he pointed at Po and the gang.
But he didn’t have a favourite character. Instead, he was fascinated with something else.
‘You only like them because of their screens,’ I giggled.
Jaxon loved screens – he preferred an iPad to plushies.
Checking my phone after he’d played on it, he’d snapped a selfie and uploaded it to my social media.
He always made me and my husband Andy, 30, laugh.
Even when Jaxon fell ill with croup in August 2022, he was still a bubbly boy.
He’d been ill for two weeks beforehand with a horsey cough. But the doctors gave him liquid steroids to treat it.
Jessica had croup as a baby, so I wasn’t too worried.
