My girls came home today. and there was much rejoicing.
It’s almost harder to re-learn how to handle and manage a newborn than it was learning how to do it the first time round. I’ve become so accustomed to man-handling the Hardman – throwing nappies on him and having him help out with pushing arms through sleeves. He’s just so much more robust.
So far we’ve had 2 feeds at home, and some good sleeps (both Lola and Kymbo). I’ve enjoyed remembering the smells and sounds, and am actually looking forward to the midnight and 4am feeds, at least this once. The semi-coherent wakefulness, the dim lights, and the snuffling boob-hunter.
In other news – I drove past the Google-van the other day (the map is not updated yet), and Merlin keeps making me stop and think.
Now, dance!
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Welcome home.
Oh, and thanks for the heads-up about not throwing newborns through the ceiling.
Think of it as community service, gonty.
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2.49 am.
nice!
yes, the shine is wearing off the early morning feeds already… thankfully it’s a super day today.
a super day today also – must get over to yours with a sixer of beer or drag you off to the pub for a pint, eh?
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