Wriggle

It's really not long to go now until our baby No2 is due. When I am at
work, I find I am thinking about it all the time. A quick call to Cat is
not always reassuring as she will sometimes complain about a pain
or niggle that I instantly take as signs of early labour.
On the one hand, I want him to be born so we can get on with the
business of looking after him, but on the other hand, it's been really
lovely having the time to just enjoy our new home. anyway, bubba No2 is busy kicking away and I always love feeling him wriggle under Cat's tummy.

My sister in Thailand is doing well with her little boy, Oscar. After a
short spell under the UV lamps due to jaundice, he appears to be in
rude health and breast feeding like a natural. It's funny to hear from
Sylv about her ups and downs, as these brought back memories of
our first few weeks with Aimee. Funny how time flies and how
quickly we have forgotten the trials of those early days.

Aimee can now recognise hundreds of pictures. As soon as I draw
one small part of the animal, car, plane, tree etc she names it before
I can finish. I thought this morning I would try my luck with alpha
numeric characters and she guessed correctly the number 5, 3 and
2, but stalled on the other numbers, making words up, like tortoise
instead of number 6 etc. A bit more practice and it may be she could
end up being a good early reader. She certainly loves books, more
than TV I would say and I'm definitely trying to encourage this.