Will and I have been unleashed on an unsuspecting World at last and wasted no time in heading out in the car to escape our mini-prison of the past 4 weeks. Today was definitely a milestone – I have, at the ripe old age of 32, finally walked down Newbury High Street pushing a pram. The moment my parents have been dreading for the past 15 odd years (I’m actually a bit of an anomaly amongst all those teenage Mums). I never knew how much fear and excitement an excursion into a town could be. How people manage with babies in London I’ll never know. We managed to survive Sainsburys, HMV and finally, with not a little bravado – Starbucks! What fun to pootle along with Will in his pram and a Latte in my hand. We have arrived.
In the meantime, the routine still needs a little refining, my days are spent desperately trying to keep Will either awake or asleep depending on the time! Today’s foray into town was the only way I could get him to sleep for a full 2 hours – the morning nap was a total wash out. I’m currently sitting on the back doorstep while the baby sleeps in his pram (watching out for Molly, who’s taken a shine to any baby-related vessel she can get into), wrapped up in a fluffy white pram suit and covered with a rain protector. I’ve decided that if fresh air is the only way he’ll sleep, then so be it. The result is that Eddie and I have had 3 nights of uninterrupted suppers in a row, so it’s definitely worth it.
Tonight’s challenge – bottle feeding!! This should be hilarious, Will is an EXTREMELY stubborn young man (he clearly takes after both parents, but possibly more his Mother than Father on that one…) but it’s our ticket to future babysitting and the pub. Priorities, priorities.
William's First Year 
great pics. u look like \’the novelist…at home\’.
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