“So, how are you going?” would be the question of the week.
The answer is, not too badly.
We’re at that great stage where the babies sleep most of the time, well, the day time any way. They seem to sleep just fine during the day but at night they take it in turns to keep mum and dad awake. Thanks to our fine national broadcaster’s habit of broadcasting British films from the 1930s and 40s in the wee small hours I am slowly becoming an expert on the career of Sir Alec Guinness. Last night he single handedly saved Malta from the evil Huns while wooing a local lass.
We’re both tired and by the evening fuses tend to be a fair bit shorter than they were in the morning but Rae is doing amazingly well for someone who can only get her sleep in two hour blocks. Things haven’t begun unraveling yet and there’s going to be some tough times ahead but we’ve survived a week at home and are almost half way through the first month.