8 April 2008
Baby days
Why is it that this gorgeous baby of mine will sleep (touch wood) like a dream in his cradle at night, but will not under any circumstances sleep anywhere except in my arms during the day? And why does he so resent my attention to the one pokey finger with which I’m trying to blog [...]
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4 April 2008
Ah, me boys
I’m feeding Lucas and Tristan is in the kitchen colouring, out of sight but not earshot around the corner. Simon is engaged in some sort of imaginary play that involves a lot of talking. I can hear him stumbling over an idea. Simon: Mommy! Me: Yes, Simon? Simon: What’s my second name? Me: Francis. Simon: [...]
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