Week 216: Too bloody right it's me

October 22, 2022

It’s the middle of the night. C has been awake for 2.5 hours, and I’ve given up trying to get him to sleep and put him into our bed. He snuggles in next to me and I put my face against the top of his head and remember how we used to co-sleep when he was a baby. I wonder if he remembers it. Not properly, but on some level does his body remember this?
I swap sides with him, putting him in the middle, because I haven’t managed to drift off yet and it’s mainly because my arm is at a strange angle. More comfortable, I close my eyes and relax into the gloom. The silence is broken by C, suddenly wide awake: “I think that’s Daddy, Mummy… I think that’s Daddy, Mummy… I think that’s Daddy, Mummy”. C has noticed there is a body the other side of him, and wants to give me his best guess.
“Too bloody right it’s me, this is my bed” Lachie would tell me later as we laughed about it.
Super worm is super long, super worm is super strong.
E is really good at making up little poems: “I want a bagel, not cooled down, wrap it in a dressing gown!”
I spoke on a a panel on Wednesday. It was fun! I got to use one of my key skills which is “saying things”.