Sunday, 1 January 2017
Happy New Year
She hit the seven month mark last week and is turning into a delightful little imp. It's been an epic and exhausting adventure, and I'm afraid that all I could muster last year were snaps on Instagram. Words escaped me. Sentences were elusive. Lack of sleep really does lead to muddle. Mr M has become a master in second-guessing what I want (usually biscuits and tea, followed by more biscuits). I always knew he would be, but he's been incredible. Fatherhood suits him. The pair are as thick as thieves.
And as for Pickle, we think she is quietly delighted to no longer be the centre of attention and baby substitute and has taken to Alice rather well. I frequently find both on my lap. In turn, Alice is obsessed with Pickle. Pig needs to start looking for refuge higher up for when Alice starts crawling...
Do you have resolutions? Do you bother? I have a list of things I want to do. Blogging is on my list. My reading pile is tall. The cottage needs to be finished. I must start using my gym membership. Drawing. Painting. But most importantly, I want to spend time with loved ones - family, friends, new and old.