6am: Feed the one-year-old his cereal. His love of food is matched only by his love of new-found mobility. By the end of the meal he’s consumed about half the bowl. The rest covers his face from chin to hairline (“There’s Something about Mary” style) and is spread over various items of furniture in the lounge.
Starting to run after giving birth to two kids- although gratefully not at the same time, as my sister-in-law did with her twin boys- is a strange experience. It’s like finding yourself suddenly driving a very different vehicle. You feel like saying, “There’s been a mix up, I didn’t order a station wagon, where can I upgrade to a sports model?”