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Possibly the shortest post I’ve ever done!
Saturday 19th March 2016.
3.30am – Hannah wakes up, seemingly not feeling too perky and crying inconsolably. 891 more words
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My kid: the most non-conformist, unenthusiastic little football mascot there’ll ever be…in the world…like, probably, ever!
It’s vital that we grasp as many opportunities for Hannah whilst we can, because we don’t know what the future holds – don’t panic, this WILL be a very happy post…I’m not going to get all morose on you. 1,917 more words
Hannah and I got creative at the weekend. We made a card, a special one, for a really special person. But despite loving assisting her and watching her deep in contemplation – choosing what she wanted to stick on the card or what colour felt tip took her fancy (mostly to put in her mouth and chew on *sigh*) and then making attempts to eat the card *another sigh*, I couldn’t help but feel slightly melancholy. 1,266 more words