I have grown my own leafs with some help from my mummy. You can see my garden tools and my barrow that helped me. I'm 21 months which is almost nearly 2.




















and now that I am two I have growed lots of baby apples and helped mummy pick them but they taste yuck!

At 04.34am this morning I received a text - "Is it a full moon or what? Been up for hours! X"

I had no idea if it was a full moon, I had no idea what day of the week it was, I had no idea a mobile phone could sound so loud or indeed shine so brightly at 04.34am.

What I did know was this - I too was now awake as was the dog and the cat (who had unearthed a catnip mouse from a long forgotten Christmas stocking) but not - and this is the most surprising - The Babe!

19 months of broken no sleep has resulted in sleep becoming , how should I say this, an obsession.  There is not a lot I don't know about sleep, about our stages of sleep, about our circadian rhythms, about ....

But this is what I miss the most - I too used to be a 'Night Hawk' now I rarely catch the 'Witching Hour' - I have become (all be it rather reluctantly) - a LARK!

Was it a full moon?!?

It's just another Manic Monday...

Who decided changing the clocks was a good idea? Do they not realise that 14 month old Miniature People have not grasped the concept of an extra hour in bed?

So another early start.  My Marvelous Man drove my car to Dunbar for its service and MOT - not before I ran up the drive after him realising that the pram (which I was meant to have removed) was still in the boot.

Artistic licence - I did not run, rather I waved my arms in a frantic fashion and when the waving stopped the arms did not and the voices chanted "BINGO WINGS BINGO WINGS BINGO WINGS"

I digress...

Miniature Person up, dressed and ready for breakfast - this was the plan.
Miniature Person half dressed and covered in fromage frais and extremely grumpy - this was the revised plan - check.

Then my morning went something like this...

*hang out washing on my new super-dooper heated clothes horse (lakeland - well worth the money unlike the banana bag or indeed the 3 tubs of munchy seeds).
*re-hang the washing on aforementioned clothes horse as miniature person thought her help was invaluable.
*pick up raisins from around the house to stop the dog eating them - who knew that those little packets contained so many.
*watch Peppa Pig and grunt (oh yes) in the appropriate places.
*make the stupid mistake of giving Miniature Person an old mobile phone (in the hope that she would stop trying to call the police on the house phone or reprogramme the SKY+ with the tv control)
*discover that the old mobile phone still had power and Miniature Person could unlock it, take photos and make a MOVIE!!!!
*battle with Miniature Person to gain control of the old mobile phone.
[aside to my daughter : darling one, your will may be strong but your mother's is stronger and this is how I hope it will remain until you are at least 18!]
*find Miniature Person washing her hands, the walls and the floor with water from the dogs bowl.
*decide that really it would be best for (me) Miniature Person if she has a nap - read PEEPO twice, create a feeling of calm (this is easier said than done) and just as Miniature Person is drifting off have a flock of squawking geese fly overhead - much to Miniature Person's joy and delight - what followed was 10 minutes of honking geese impressions - which do sound surprisingly similar to Peppa Pig!
*begin the tidy up (Miniature Person finally succumbed to sleep - phew) put away the sensory toys from our heuristic play session (ha ha)- 3 wooden spoons, a box of cat biscuits, tuft of fur plucked from the poor dog, half an apple, more raisins and the filter from the tumble dryer.
*start to fantasize about the Choc Overload cake from GRAZE and try to recreate it but only have a heal of bread, cherry jam, Willie's Venezuelan Black 100% cacao and a packet of M&S 'Squirting Skulls'.  
*have a cuppa...

Would I change a thing... never!!