Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Valentines Day was not very romantic (although I did get a quick kiss and a cuddle - Anya's suggested surprise present from Tim). Anya and Patrick got swimming certificates - both were very proud of themselves. Then we went to see Noddy at the Theatre, it was shockingly bad but the kids loved it!
Alice Rose into her brood. I really don't want any more children, I'm normally found balancing on the edge of controlling the one's I've got. But there's this chunk of my heart that feels really sad that we'll never again play spot the grainy scan baby, never disagree on names, never laugh about epidurals (?) and being a wuss, never spend hours just staring at a new familiar face, never watch the little bundle of snuffles unfurl into a person. Then I see this photo, realise that I just couldn't cope with this reality and regain my sanity (until the next baby comes near).
"When I grow up I want to be an archaeologist because the get weekends off and it's important to have a break at the weekend" ~ the ever practical Anya
"I'll take you for lunch but have you got long sleeves?" ~ the always romantic, Tim after I'd had my plaster cast taken off (my arm was quite manky, but still!)
Valentines thought of the week - "Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart" ~ Jack Johnson