Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Monday, 24 January 2011


Sam is starting to crawl. I have no pictorial evidence for this, as being the second child spending my day snapping photographs of every precious moment is no longer a priority, you will just have to take my word for it. So far it is a cross between a shuffle, a crawl and a drag but it serves its purpose very well indeed. I am reminded now to go baby proof, he has successfully ripped the telephone wire out of its socket and now heads in that general direction as much as possible, knowing (even at this tender age) it is something dangerous to do with his time and therefore immensely thrilling.

Friday, 14 January 2011


Some well-loved treasures I kept from my childhood that now belong to Lily.
From top to bottom-
A tiny wooden carousel
My night light
Tiny Tears and Kermit
Illustrations from "Too Many Bozos", "Children's Book of Hymns and Prayers" and "The Elves and the Shoemaker".
All very well loved by me and now my daughter.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

The Smiler

I worried greatly through my entire pregnancy with Sam, that he would somehow suffer because of my grief. I cried so much during those 9 months I began to panic I would give birth to the world's most miserable, p*ssed-off, melancholic baby. Somehow, quite the opposite has happened. I appear to have the happiest child on the block. In fact it is particularly difficult to make Sam cry and Lord knows, Lily has tried. She left a bite mark on his arm which lasted almost a week and the little chap just grinned at her. He is now, rather adoringly, waving his fat little arms about just begging to be picked up at every opportunity and once he has achieved his goal one is rewarded by a delightful chuckle and the loveliest of bear hugs.
Lily calls him "The Smiling Baby" and she is right, as usual.