Due to all of the goings on in our family, we decided to celebrate my birthday over this weekend instead. My boys [the Cook Bros.] baked me the most glittery, chocolate heart covered, delicious birthday cake ever and presented me with sweet flowers and a card. They were highly secret about everything for as long as they could be - Jensen was caving in within minutes of being home with his ingredients, but Lyoto held out longer with his, "Nothing - ahhh - nothing" response each time I asked him what he was up to.
I'm a confirmed baby wearer, for a myriad of reasons - and despite being bought the most beautiful pram when Jensen Indiana was born, I just never got used to using one. I cringed when I caught people's ankles, got frustrated when people on foot cut in front of me and I huffed and puffed lifting it in and out of the car every journey. It was not fun for me. Jensen just plain hated being in it, and so when Lyoto arrived I automatically invested in a new sling instead of a new pram.
When I was little, I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid of what I couldn't see. I still dislike the dark when I'm alone - if I go to a conference and I'm in a hotel room, I sleep with the lights on. Only when my husband is there can I bear to close my eyes to the inky blackness - and still I'm a little wary. Whilst we're getting it all out there, I also keep the back of my head covered with my blanket and my toes tucked in. I'm 39.