Very Small Feet

School run is the only reason that I know what day it is. But still I am not quiet sure. Lately Edgar hasn’t been sleeping long. I got excited yesterday when he god up at 5.50am... yes! It is his bad.  But then child pretty much hated good night sleep all his life. And it is the favoured blog topic, a moaning posts... ( here , here , here ... and pretty much many more...  ) This Tuesday after a very emotional Monday I felt ever so tired. Tuesdays are my days, Egg is in preschool and then nursery collect him, so I just need to drop him off and collect him in he evening.  This Tuesday I was planning to go shopping for myself. But I just felt so deflated and a bit overtired.... but I did a bit more complicated hair, wore red (a happy colour)...  And in the afternoon I had a singing and dancing session for about 10 minutes and somehow my day got better.  I suppose as long as you have something active to do and occupy the brain you don’t think th...

Edgar is almost 3!  I cannot believe this, it like it was just yesterday I was waddling around with a massive bump thinking of what to name my little egg... And he doesn't talk.... When Egg was about 18 months old he used to sing Twinkle Twinkle and so a little star with his hands. He used to call us mama and dada and call all small animals bunny. Well my mother's cats were bunnies.  And now he doesn't say much. Only bird language. Lots of different noises. Sometimes he would say a word or even two and then won't say them again...  I am pretty convinced that he is just stubborn. We know voice and words are there. He just can manipulate us to get his own way....  But then we also have all these medical professionals around us. We saw speech and language therapist (SLT), paediatrician and regular visits to our health visitor (HV)... I really didn't find SLT helpful she produced a terrible report based on her observations. Well if she was observing my child for 2 hours...