Sorry, sorry, sorry. I meant to post, but everything went baby-shaped late last year! This is J, my son, and me.
I'm very happy. Everything is good, wonderful, difficult, different.
I am starting to write again, in fits and five a.m. starts. Eventually I hope to start bloggering and all sorts again, but right now I want to concentrate on watching, open mouthed, as this fabulous small thing grows and squeaks and laughs and wriggles upward and outward.
... And he's crying again, and off I go again. Hope you're all well in blogland, and thanks very much for the messages! xxx
