Saturday, January 07, 2012

Strike out, nursery and in our bed.

1. I look at my to-do list, and I look at Alec in his cot fast asleep for his morning nap. Then I run myself a bath.

2. I take another step in my mission to make the nursery Alec's own room by sorting out the pile of his outgrown clothes. I can remember him wearing that sleep suit with the bears, that little green and blue shirt, that cardigan... but surely he was never that little.

3. At 10pm, like new lovers we ask each other: "Where are you going to sleep tonight?" The answer is: "In our bed, with you."

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