Pretending to be asleep

I pretended to be asleep.

He wriggled.

He sat up.

He touched my face.

He slapped my face (in that affectionate way he has).

He licked my face.

He nuzzled my chin.

He put his fingers in my mouth.

He grabbed my nose.

He climbed onto my head.

He laid over my face.

He wriggled and squished his cheek against mine.

And it was there that he fell back to sleep.

I’m not sure if I won that one or not, but I smiled anyway.


One BIG day

I’d hoped to finish M’s birth story by today, but it’s not going to happen.

However, it has been a fabulous day – full of family, smiles, presents, turkey, cake, cuddles and balloons. I wasn’t quite sure what it would be like to celebrate the birthday of the most important person in my life at Christmas, but thanks to my wonderful family and friends it has been just fantastic. I couldn’t have hoped for more.

Happy Christmas everyone!


Only two sleeps until the big day now, and Christmas will be here soon too!

Stuff sorted
– birthday cake made
– presents bought
– balloons and banner at the ready
– camera charged

Still to do…
– wrap presents
– write the card (no pressure!)
– finish the birth story I promised myself I’d do before his first birthday…

Chicken soup

I made chicken soup again this week, the proper way. It takes a long time, especially getting the bones out at the end. But I find it hugely therapeutic. I love that immersion in a task that doesn’t allow you to think about anything else while you’re doing it. It may not be a break for the back but it’s a perfect break for my head.

And it tasted good too.


My little man is finding life a little frustrating at the moment. I’m not sure why really, but I’m sure he has good reasons and I’m sure he’d tell me all about it if he could.

He is so strong now, and hard to control even if I wanted to. He hates having his nappy changed and will do ANYTHING to avoid having one put back on. He’s just as passionate about his dislike of getting dressed in the morning. I try to be creative in my methods and distractions, but I frequently fail miserably and there have been a couple of times, at least, when we could both be found to be shedding a tear or two in the frustration of it all.

I even threw a nappy the other day. Most unsatisfying. Just kind of flopped where I threw it. Throwing the full one may have worked better, but that wasn’t in my hand (he’s very happy to have them taken off) and I’d probably regret it anyway….