Its been a while (you may have noticed) since I wrote anything. Blame it all on the erratic sleep patterns of my baby boy. The days when I could count on that after lunch peace and a cup of coffee are long gone. Daniel no longer reliably sleeps for an hour in the morning and an hour after lunch. In the evenings, he takes longer and longer to go to sleep. I was going to write about all of this and explore theories about what to do; I got ‘Sleepeasy Solution’ out of the library but I haven’t read it and I’ve realised just thinking about it all makes me feel too exhausted to put fingers to keyboard.
So I’m laying that aside for now and focussing instead on the high points, the delights. Saturday morning with Ross, we took Daniel for his first swim in his star-spangled trunks. He was bemused, then pleased, splashing and smiling as we whooshed him through the water like a baby walrus. Yesterday, at the swings, he laughed with pleasure, smiling at everyone as if to say: see what an amazing fun thing this is you should try it too, its quite easy.
Today, I bought him his first proper ball: we came up to the basket of balls in the toy department of Debenhams. I poked around, choosing a colour I liked then turned to him with the ball I’d chosen. As I handed it to him, his eyes widened and his mouth split in a smile of pure wonder. He held it in both hands all the way home. My first experience of making my child happy with a very simple present.
(I have just now turned the lights on – its after ten o’clock at night. From the window, the roofs and treetops and chimneys are black against a strip of pale yellow, fading to duck-egg green and pale blue. Today was hot. The first day of Wimbledon.)