Dear H,

This weekend we’re having sunshine, and for the first time in a long time it’s you and me, on our own. Daddy is going off doing a study weekend – he’ll be doing the same next weekend too, so please be on your best behaviour for me.

We’ve been cooped up inside for so long now I kind of secretly wish it was going to be a rainy weekend so we could have a proper lie down and relax in front of the tv – you don’t do that when it’s sunny.

I had a moment of pride today when I was told you love to dance at nursery – you’ve really really come out of your shell now, and heck, you can dance pretty well too. I can only assume you’ve inherited that from your mummy… (ahahaha, definitely not daddy, anyway)

I didn’t put this on the blog, I forgot. I think I forgot how to write this week until the fog cleared, but it was possibly the cutest thing ever when daddy came home from work on Tuesday after he felt ill, and you put your doctors uniform on, brought out the kit and checked daddy was well, then put a plaster on his tummy. See, you’ve such a lovely sweet nature, and I know you’ll be a good kid as you start to become independent of me and daddy.

I don’t have a huge amount to say really, I’m tired and I’ve lots to do tonight, so I’ll keep it short.

Keep being Good