Williams new answer when we offer him two choices:
Do you want to wear wellies or shoes?
You can have pasta or rice for lunch, which would you like?
NUPPINK!
I’m 40 weeks and 3 days pregnant. William was born on his due date (apparently only 4% of babies are, but, there might be a genetic link for it on the Marshall side, with Stephen and his sister Linda born on their due dates), so I have no previous experience with going over. Although I am impatient and now almost constantly physically uncomfortable, we are unexpectedly cherishing the time with William. Today has been a lovely Easter Sunday. In the morning we visited a farm, were in addition to seeing what was likely to have been the three billy goats gruff, William played with an eclectic digger and rode on a small tractor. Then we’ve filled the rest of the day with hours of playing with trains and multiple re-designs of the train tracks, building towers with duplo, taking all the bedding off both mummy and daddy’s bed, and William’s bed, and jumping on them, setting up a tray of special dirt/compost and planting mushroom seeds, and walking in paint and then on black paper. Phew – no wonder William’s parents are exhausted!
We also had an Easter egg hunt in our back garden, and the look in William’s eyes as he found each shiny egg that Andrew had hidden was joyful innocence and excitement. It makes everything worth it. This evening William hasn’t wanted to fall asleep and has been chatting to himself and his toys in his cot for the last hour. We’ve been listening to him, trying to decipher bits of conversation. It isn’t easy, but it is very cute to hear him singing songs to his toys.
Our friend (and William's godparent) Simon has travelled up from Southampton this evening, to look after William and I tomorrow while Andrew works a 13hr shift. What a saviour! I bet he'll have to sing 'Two little dickie birds' 50 times for William tomorrow. But, right now, Simon and Andrew are rehearsing for a concert they are both singing in on 1st May. I find it entertaining to listen to them singing Latin, interspersed with swear words as they stuff things up. :)
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