Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sweet hankie, aunt and treacle.

My cousin Amy shares a beautiful thing: "Nipping down to the corner shop for some washing up sponges after having been confined to the house for two days. It's really windy and I become aware of just how much air there is for me to breathe in! I gulp in as much as I can on the two-minute walk."

1. We take Alec to see his paternal grandparents for the first time. Nana chats to him in baby talk, and tells us that she used to comfort Nicholas with some sugar in a handkerchief: "Just half a teaspoonful and we boiled and boiled the handkerchief."

2. Alec's aunt Sarah cradles him calmly and capably and brings us news about her own grandchildren.

3. Nick brings from the oven a substantial pudding bubbling with black treacle.

3 comments:

  1. I have been reading your post for some time but never commented. I just wanted to take a moment to congratulate you on the arrival of Alec.

    Being a parent is so frightening sometimes, yet so fulfilling. Even when they are teens (my daughter is almost 14), and even while you are ready to tear your hair out in frustration, you find yourself secretly looking at who they are becoming, catching your breath in wonder.

    Reading your experiences brought back memories of my own feeding issues. God Bless Lanolin!

    All the very best of luck to all 3 of you. Thank you for sharing this with us. x

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  2. Thank you, Froggy -- what a lovely comment. I hope you speak up more often :-)

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