Month: November 2006

Bring on the germs

Feeling appalling after what was a really nice day until I got in the car to pick Will up from his first full day at nursery and suddenly felt absolutely dreadful. I’m reliably informed this is par for the course, Will is going to catch every germ going now he’s mixing with other children on a regular basis.

On a positive note, he had a lovely time – I was early and found him covered in fishfinger crumbs, woofing down a rusk – baby heaven! Will is such an angel, it was all I could do to hold back the tears – again.

My first foray back into work was also really positive, it was great to see the old team again and feel part of things (well, sort of). Knowing Will is happy at Little Sods is going to make going back much, much easier. We will be fine.

‘Peas in a pod!’

Watching the clock


It seems so long ago that we were trying to get Will into a routine of some description, and I would do anything to try to get him to sleep at allotted times. Now our lives are lived in chunks of time, marked out (in my case) by either Radio 2 or the TV. A typical day goes like this:

06.15 – Will wakes up/the alarm goes off. Eddie and Louisa ignore both

06.30 – Eddie jumps in the shower before changing Will. Lou feeds Molly and gets Will’s milk ready

07.00 – Eddie grabs breakfast while Will has a roll on the bed

07.30 – Eddie goes to work, Wogan comes on, Will and Louisa have breakfast together

08.00 – Will is topped, tailed and dressed and then plays for an hour downstairs

09.00 – Naptime

10.00 – Drink and a snack for Will before we head out for a walk (if the weather’s nice)

11.30 – Lunch

12.30 – Naptime/Jeremy Vine. Louisa has lunch and rants at the radio (depending on the topic)

14.30 – Milk and a snack/Steve Wright (non-stop Oldies usually)

17.00 – Supper

18.00 – Bath/story

18.30 – Milk/Hollyoaks

18.45 – Hollyoaks ad break and Will cleans his teeth and goes to bed

18.50 – Louisa collapses in front of the second half

19.00 – Switch to 210/get dinner on/wait for Eddie to come home

It’s not what you’d call glamorous – but it works!

Being ‘up’



Will has always been a very chilled-out boy, and I can honestly say I’ve never really seen him get a bee in his bonnet (oh my God – did I really just say that) – until now. Being upright is his mission, he’s not fussed about perfecting crawling at all and is still happily dragging himself around like someone who’s had both legs blown off. However he drags with purpose, preferably towards a piece of furniture he can scale and, even better, a piece of furniture with the cat sitting on top. Poor Mol, she can’t get a moment’s peace (this morning Will managed to corner her and grab her tail in his iron grip. All respect to Molly, she didn’t go for him, just looked appalled and waited for him to be removed).

This afternoon at naptime I found him standing up in his cot, grinning from ear to ear. Time to lower the mattress another notch methinks.