My early morning brain

- which is the only one I can safely rely on for blogging - is nowadays being hijacked instead by our toddling baby, and her love for books. Even as I try to write this, I've had this



thrust in my lap, and I'm obliged to intersperse my typing with roars "like a tiger" and agreements that it is, indeed, an apple. ("App!") And glasses. ("Gass!") And a hat. ("Hat!") And then I have to perform Tinkywinky's hat song, and open and close my mouth like a fish when she repeatedly points to the picture of a fish, so amazed is she that I'll do that. Hmm. I'm pretty amazed about that, myself, come to think of it.

But if you were wondering about my lack of blogging, that's why. I seem to think I didn't even start blogging until the end of 2004 when Lyddie was nearly 2 and a half and I'm starting to realise why. I'd wanted to do it earlier, but didn't have the brain space - too busy making a mouth like a fish, no doubt.