We’re home...

After 2 sleepless nights (well 4 hours worth) – not because of my baby but because of every Tom, d*ck and Harry – we are home.

I’d love to go into details now, but to be honest I am exhausted, emotional and just couldn’t be bothered. So for now, I will just mark my spot and come back later, when I probably am more coherent in my thoughts!

Byronism of the day...

When Byron got home from kindy I showed him my now deflated tummy, much to his delight. His first response was to touch it, following which he said...

"Oh it feels like playdoh" (accompanied by lots of forceful jiggling of my belly)..."It’s floating down, and down and down"!