One day at a time

Deborah and I enjoyed our first wedding anniversary on Monday. This was part of a pretty great long weekend consisting of a garden party at Deborah's parents, a lazy Sunday in Crystal Palace and a cool day out at Kew Gardens.



The weather was hot and sunny (I got a tiny bit burnt) and the days were balmy. Rose was good as gold during the day, mostly sleeping and looking cute.

The nights, however, have been a bit more fraught. Rose seems not to be as happy at night and needs quite a bit of comforting. She often gives the indications of wanting some food, but then gets over-excited with arms flailing and finds it hard to get a good latch.

The difficult nights are more of a burden to Deborah of course and she has talked of switching to bottle feeding. We'll have to see.

It feels a little at the moment that we are getting by, one day at a time.