New Year’s Eve we’d been invited to a couple of places but with a very little baby who doesn’t sleep I’d decided we’d stay fairly close to home. So I accepted the invite to Big’s brownie friend’s mother’s do – also her hubbie’s 50th. In the event, Tim wasn’t well enough to go, so it was just me and the kids, and I drove as it was very cold – we set out in the falling snow, very picturesque.
Party was lovely, one of the few times away from home ed friends that I’ve felt I didn’t stand out for liking children, having home births and insisting on breastfeeding. In fact I was a bit of an amateur – even though with 3 children we’re a larger than average family now, in this gathering I felt like I wasn’t trying, with many families being 4 or more children. There were loads of ppl queued up to cuddle the cute baby, including a number of men, meaning that it was a fairly easy evening. Soa slept throughout, apart from the three feeds she needed, which meant that after we got home it was 3 o’clock before she settled down again.
So late night, and a very slow start to the New Year here, not helped by all of us except Small labouring under nasty colds. Tim seems particularly hard hit as evidenced by him not going out on New Year. He is improving now I think though, as are the rest of us. Hoping that tomorrow we can start to get into some sort of rhythm and find our feet as a family of five.
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