Lately, my time has been spent either Facebooking about how cute my child is, or taking happy snaps to prove how cute my child is. I am nauseating in my love. I want to smack myself.


Here’s a piccie of Arddun, who had somehow managed to wriggle OUT of her onesie in the middle of her sleep. Which just goes to show that any form of swaddling is futile, really.

Arddun in a onesie with her left arm hanging out.
I've just woken up, and I'm hungry, and why are my parents laughing at me? THEY SHOULDN'T BE LAUGHING AT ME!