Heh heh, told you so....

Back to work since Tuesday, and real life is reasserting itself once more, which is why I haven't posted for a bit. I was rung up by a College person on Tuesday and asked to feastocrat Newcomers. It is only four weeks away, but like the fool I am, I said yes. I thought it might be a mistake at the time, as I was still struggling with feeling ill. But now I am getting into the planning of it, I am getting quite excited, and remembering why I like doing this. I'm also slowly starting to feel better (more slowly than I would like).

The big news today of course, is that it was Ashwyn's birthday. Two! He is not really a baby anymore, but I think I will keep thinking of him that way for a bit longer. I got up this morning thinking how funny it was that two years ago I was lying in the hospital, wondering where my baby was. This was not because I was wanting him out. He was actually born at 12:40am, and they took him off to the nursery so I could have a sleep. When I woke up at sevenish I was very surprised noone had brought me a baby for breastfeeding. Eventually they brought him in at about 8:30am saying he'd been lying wide awake in the nursery just looking around. This was such unusual behaviour in a newborn that every midwife who came in after that commented on it!

Today he proved himself unusual in another way. He is the first child I have seen to start crying and get upset when his birthday cake came out! Perhaps the candles freaked him out a bit. He was happy enough when Erin and Liam blew them out.

Anyway, I'm tired, and trying to get early nights (hah!) at the moment in order to b reasonably coherent at work.