frozen dinners my mum and sisters have made for us

lasagne
soup
chicken and mushroom pie
sausage casserole
beef stew
roast lamb

muffin i had today

blueberry, honey and coconut

chocolate bar of choice

cadbury's dairy milk

You run a bath, into the green plastic bath that fits inside yours.  Not too hot, testing with your elbow - not quite knowing how to test, but testing all the same - nice and deep.

You cradle the babies neck along your forearm, with your thumb and forefinger circling their upper arm. And you lower them into the water, swirling it over their body and rocking them back and forth through the water.

Matthew likes baths. He gets a dreamy relaxed look on his face, and splashes and twitches about in the water. He also peed all over my hand tonight.

There's a John Hiatt song that has the line, "and the baby just sat there looking mean". It's a wonderful line. And true. Matthew can look grumpy, and pissed off, and serene, and wise, and innocent, and happy and mean.

I had a good weekend. Yesterday we went to an afternoon tea with the ante-natal class. Four couples have now had babies, and there was the requisite oohing and aahing and swapping of experiences.
You gain a certain amount of kudos, having gone through the birthing experience and having lived with a real live baby for a period of time. In a low key way I kinda basked in that.

I'm too tired to write anymore tonight,

but ...

as a final non sequitor, a conversation Deb and I had tonight.