Monday, February 21, 2011

Look down, kick about and wind.

1. I have some baking to do, but Alec won't be put down: he much prefers to be snuggled up to my chest in his sling. The boring hand-mixing passes in flash when you have a small son to look down at.

2. We look down from the supper table and see that Alec in his bouncy chair is frowning with concentration . He is working hard, trying to kick the bears dangling in front of him.

3. I have brought Alec upstairs so Nick can watch the end of Time Team in peace. Poor Alec is red and slot-mouthed and blue-lipped with wind. He does a milky belch and a loud fart; and then he's all smiles.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...