Dear Lord. Where do I start?
Precious First Born has started at beavers. How is he old enough to do this? And why is it on a Thursday – same day as gym club, therefore rending him still in bed at 8.20am on a Friday morning and crying with tiredness before he’s gone to school. What do we do? Leave it for another year or see if he adapts to it?
Ignored Second Child is the cutest thing I’ve ever know. Fact. He is cuter than anyone else’s children have ever been and ever will. He is totally worth my turning down the job last year that paid ooodles of money, to get these next two years with him, before he turns into Previous First Born and no longer wants kiss cuddles and to stick his hand down my top. He’s helped me set a business timeline on these actions alone. God help me if he changes earlier or later than his brother did. What will I do then?
I’m tired. Did I mention that I’m tired. That I love my bed and want to be in it, day and night. I could sleep for a thousand years and still want more sleep.
And now that I’m here I can’t remember what else I wanted to blog about but don’t have the time to. I want to document again, that the climbing frame is going to be the best thing we’ve ever bought our troops, but it’s also going to be the cause of us needing a by pass direct to Addenbrookes. Precious First Born loves swinging from it with just one arm. Ignored Second Child now goes down the slide inbetween Precious First Borns out stretched legs. There’s trouble coming, just not worked out how yet…. For now. They love it. We love it as well – they are outside and very happy. So all is good there.
Anyway, got to go. Truck loads of work to do. Deadlines everywhere and lots to get on with. Laters Baby x
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