Six months already Little Z! How are we already at six months?! Time has genuinely flown. I’m tired and I’ve still not even started trying to get properly fit again. But I’m so grateful everyday that you are here. Every morning (yep, you’re still sleeping next to me because you insist on waking up lots for your milkies!) I wake up to a big giant grin. And every time I go and get you from your nap, you beam at me. …
Month: September 2018
Today has been a good day. Little Z slept well last night waking only once. Yes, once! I don’t remember when that last happened. Then this morning she was at her happiest only to then nap for 2 and a half hours. Yes, two and a half hours! We went to a local friend’s home for lunch where she played in a different bouncer and mooched about a different floor. Then when we got home she had a feed and went for …
Before you read the title and think I’ve gone off on some ‘Bad Moms’ type stunt, it’s not that sort of post. As much as it would be amusing to go wild like that* it’s neither in my nature nor something that I’d probably enjoy for long. No, this post is not about throwing my caution to the wind and releasing control. This is about control being yanked brutally away from me by my two young offspring. * The supermarket …
Little H, I was cleaning your teeth the other day when the sun caught your face. It made me cup your face in my hands and turn it up so I could look at you. To really look at one of my favourite faces in the whole world. Your soft young skin and toothpaste round your mouth. Your grey-blue eyes ever scrutinising the world. Your tiny nose wrinkling up as you ask me “What you doin’?”.
