Dear Baby
Sometimes I wish it was ten months ago, so that I could sit with you in my arms for hour after hour, until 3 or 4am but not really noticing the time, at which point I’d carry you upstairs and cuddle you in my bed for the rest of the night.
Sometimes I wish it was ten months ago, so that I could spend hours gazing… Continue reading


It’s now the third lot of clothes I’ve bundled up and got The Boyfriend to chuck into the loft, and I’ve decided I’d like to stop now. The Baby is growing up far too quickly, she is rapidly approaching her first birthday, and all these out-grown clothes only… 










