Diary of An Irish Woman

musings of an irish lady now living in America.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007


small things can mean a lot

like your baby taking a bath where he smiles instead of screams blue murder (Sunday yeah!)

like the first time he really seems to see himself in a mirror - last night chillin on sofa with Mammy

like the first time he really looks at that cube toy and smiles because he reaches out and he manages to grab a rattle- this morning

Like first time you take him to pilates for Mummy and baby class and he lies on a mat for 20 minutes looking all around (yesterday afternoon)

like your hubbie taking the baby for 2 hrs on a Saturday and a Sunday so you can sleep those few extra hours (thank you Hubbie!)

This post has been brought to you by my hubbie who gave me the gift of sleep - I'll take that over flowers any day!


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