I went to pick H up from nursery yesterday. She didn’t spot me when I walked in the room, too engrossed in her playtime. Two older girls (and by older, probably closer to 3) tapped her on the shoulder, and pointed at me. Cue one big happy smiling H running towards me for a cuddle. Aw, warms your heart it does. (and I was actually quite amazed that two kids who I’ve never met before knew who I was!)

I’m stuck in bed with the lurgy. 2011 is the year of the sick. I’ll be glad when it’s over… Shaun’s had to take the day off work to look after H. So far he’s taught her how to pop using her finger and her mouth – she’s not quite there… but it sounds funny.