fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
I did not even think to hope that when Matteo was only 18 months old, sometimes we would catch each other's eye and both burst out laughing.
This kid is just gifted with so much joy. He could probably use a little help with the spoonwork though...