Friday night. I sent my mister off to a movie. He deserves the break – and we have tickets that need to be used by the end of the month. Tomorrow – my turn.
But tonight, the kids are all tucked up in bed and sleeping away. And I am free to do whatever I choose.
If I was smart, I'd be watching The Hills when no-one was around to judge my poor taste in entertainment.
Instead, I've been writing the journal of my little one. I know too well that if I don't note it down, I will forget. And it's important not to forget. I mustn't forget that my little one loves baths but hates getting dressed. That he laughs not only when you tickle him but when you do the voice that goes with the tickling. Apparently, the tickle voice is stand-alone hilarious – even before there's been any tickling at all.
And I always include a photo to go with each entry. This is the one I chose for the latest. Me and my littlest guy – and current biggest fan.
Less than a month until we celebrate a full year on earth for our newest son. What a gorgeous blur this year has been. Next year, I hope there's more gorgeous and less blur.