Sunday, June 19, 2011

Sit, anticipation and foot in mouth.

1. I turn round from dusting the bookshelves to find that Alec is no longer lolling against the pillows. He has leant forward to examine the grey fur of his badger puppet and is sitting unsupported.

2. It's all about surprises -- but only if he knows they're coming. I'm playing yaaaaah-BOO with Alec. He is giggling like a loon, and I have a very vivid memory of doing the same with Dr Rosey Grant when she was about the same age.

3. As I lift my son from the changing mat to the bath, he somehow manages to get a soft pink foot in his mouth.

Escape, tulips and samosa.

1. This morning, I'm piling into a car with friends to escape into the Weald, where we will visit a garden planted with 45,000 tulips. 2...