Cake and four week old babies
I made one. A cake that is. The baby is a little way off four weeks old. The cake tastes quite nice. It has icing sugar tastefully sprinkled on top and looks like it might pass muster at a WI fete. Am I getting older or something?
Mum is with us and has actually been a star on the washing up and entertaining her grandson fronts. As I write, Nick and Mum think I'm working whilst they dry O's hair and get him all snug in his pyjamas. I feel a bit guilty about this, especially as the little man's been at nursery all day being fed too much Halloween-induced sugary horridness. I might be able to make cake, but being a good mum is much harder...
We saw Nick's cousin yesterday with her hubbie and four week old baby. Little babe is adorable - so small and scrunchy. She has reflux (you mums will know the horror this entails) and dreadful wind. Nick's cousin has had mastitis. The birth was a nightmare. Am I really going to go through it all again? Will I cope? Will Oliver cope? He prodded and poked little baby and was quite sweet until he thought we were ignoring him and then he got stroppy.
2006 is going to be interesting.