Happy Things Meme Day Four (Thursday)
- Dropping the Boy off at school at the same time as his little pal H. The Boy has three main friends in his class... all girls! and I love seeing him toddle off through the gate with them. H beams particularly charmingly at him, but if they're all there on time, there's the Boy in the middle, a girl on either arm and the other one gamboling round! I think his extra height (he's a head taller than all his classmates) sets him in good stead for getting the girls :DDD
- Baby group with Little R is so much nicer these days. There are some really pleasant, friendly mums coming up now, with some lovely children. A slightly-older-than-the-rest boy (also with the initial H!) was playing really nicely with Little R - they were both sitting at a toddler sized table playing with plastic food and play cutlery, H passing R things to use, and R actually passing them back!!
- Lots of communication with my lovely, lovely flist. I'm so happy to be playing with you people more regularly again :)
- Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep, proper sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep! I've been SO foolish of late, going to bed far, far too early in the morning, and stupidly only having about four hours sleep out of twenty-four. 'Surprisingly' I've been feeling like death warmed up. Finally I 'broke my duck' and was actually in bed by ten past midnight, meaning I had a good seven hours before work this morning. Ah, that's the good stuff.
- Baby group with Little R is so much nicer these days. There are some really pleasant, friendly mums coming up now, with some lovely children. A slightly-older-than-the-rest boy (also with the initial H!) was playing really nicely with Little R - they were both sitting at a toddler sized table playing with plastic food and play cutlery, H passing R things to use, and R actually passing them back!!
- Lots of communication with my lovely, lovely flist. I'm so happy to be playing with you people more regularly again :)
- Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep, proper sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep! I've been SO foolish of late, going to bed far, far too early in the morning, and stupidly only having about four hours sleep out of twenty-four. 'Surprisingly' I've been feeling like death warmed up. Finally I 'broke my duck' and was actually in bed by ten past midnight, meaning I had a good seven hours before work this morning. Ah, that's the good stuff.