Caitlin
You are my daughter. I carried you inside me…and was violently ill for weeks on end (thanks very much). You were born in an entirely civilized fashion at 9:15 on a Sunday evening and then proceeded to ignore civilized timing of pretty much anything for many months. So, perfectly normal baby really. We even had your cot in the lounge room for a while and would retreat to our bedroom of an evening so that you wouldn’t disturb your brother when it was time for bed. In the end we gave in and kicked daddy out of his study to … Continue reading Caitlin
