We’re home from a lovely walk around Welford Park through the snowdrop woods with Richard, Sonya and the kids. Admittedly it was raining cats and dogs, and blowing a gale, but the walk was beautiful and most importantly we got to have tea and cake at the end. AND, I went out in my pre-pregnancy jeans which, although admittedly a little tight, made me feel like I’m finally getting back to normal. Will came along in the Baby Bjorn and passed out as soon as the fresh air hit him. He’s been zonked out ever since and is currently ensconced in front of Ski Sunday with Eddie, his eyes tiny slits, very happy.
There’s still no pattern to Will yet, we take the quiet times in the day and treasure them. Yesterday I ran away to Newbury to get some much needed waxing done and generally go on a Will-free trip. When I came back the baby was shrieking in the garden (much as he had been all morning) and poor Eddie was at his wits end. The only way to get some quiet was to keep the buggy moving. William’s a canny little man and as soon as the motion stopped, he started. The only plus was that he wore himself out and slept really well that night.
Not sure what this new, post-snowdrop, sleepy William holds in store for us later on. One thing’s for sure, you can never predict what he’s going to do next.
William's First Year 