December was an odd one, but not in a bad way. The warm weather wasn't welcome but aside that, 3 weeks off work to include birthday celebrations meant that going back to work was a shock to the system to say the least. The days are getting very slightly longer and the good kind of cold weather has come for a while. I'm frustrated not to be getting out on the bike but like many things, having eased into fatherhood now, I've become a lot more realistic about free time. The house, I realise, will generally be a disaster zone for a few years. unpacked drawers and strewn books means that someone is having fun. Because Una has managed to develop an institutional routine in the sleep department, she has a massive appetite for movement during the day. Because we are also aware how lucky we are to get sleep, we praise her every morning, much like a deity. The playtime related, daily upheaval of the house is another small price to pay for her unwavering snooze-time.
Posted by stupot at 04:06 PM Sunday 17 Jan