It’s been over a week and a half since I’ve had enough time to draw breath and put some words down on paper. We’ve been to the botanics and the museum, been on transatlantic live broadcast and gone to our first party, all since the last post. Wow. So, let’s kick off with a picture […]
I forgot to say the other week, well last week in fact, that Marcail had been to see the health visitor up at the surgery and had been weighed. She came in at a rather pleasing 7lbs 6oz, which put her well ahead of her birth weight of 6lbs 13oz. Well, mother and daughter were
06:51:09 – middle of a dream, quite deep in, something to do with…, it’s gone. BAM! Screams from the living room, all hell breaks loose in my head.
Apart from snotter, yesterday seems to have been a bit of an Ibiza DJ day for Marcail. Aside from wandering around the house and garden on a photo shoot inspired by the James Blunt “Same Mistake” video, she got into the swing of it and threw some great shapes for the club dance floor, innit.
… boogaloo. Another first. We thought Marcail was getting a little milk spot just inside her nostril. It would clear up in time, like the rest will.
There really don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to do a job, have a baby, and write a blog. If I was a woman then I could multi-task, of course, but I’m not so I just get grumpy if I try! A lot has happened in a week though and Marcail is
Three Weeks Today! It’s been a while, I’m afraid, since I wrote anything. It just seems like time flies by at the moment with barely a minute to actually do anything, let alone copy images off the camera, resize them and write a blog post. Over the weekend Marcail had a bit of an unsettled
Back to work. Like I said the other day, I had quite a bit of trepidation about going back to the office. Not the normal end of holiday feeling, something different that I can’t really describe. It was really like a deep desire not to leave the comfort and routine of my new family, but,
Off to Peebles today to see Granny and a whole load of other people. After a long discussion, we decided not to call Pickfords but to handle the removal of royal court for the day ourselves, a decision which we think was largely correct [well we would say that because I’m nearly as stubborn as
It was actually a really nice day, not too promising to look at early on, but the sky cleared and the sun came out by the time we were out for a walk. So, wondering whether the washing would be dry or rewashed when we got back we headed off for a coastal potter around