L'arbre des poèmes


That's the title of this fantastic and fantastical set of stickers which now adorn the nursery wall. The trees in Chorlton, meanwhile, are devoid of any such varied foliage and the winter wind is howling - what better time to cover the house in scaffolding and get a new roof put on it?!
The sleep adjustment trial has been broadly successful and if I'm lucky I get 6 hours sleep in one go. Except not the other night: Katy decided to execute a Molly Bloom style stream of all the sounds in her phonetic vocabulary for several minutes. It's been possible to have a 'conversation' with her for some weeks now but this babbling is a new and important stage in language development. I just hope it doesn't continue to happen at 3:30 in the morning!

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