A perfect day, but ...

2009 got off to a perfect start for Katy, as she reached her 4-month milestone. She had a quiet night, sleeping from her late-night feed until 6am, then had a lie-in until 9.45. She ate sensible amounts at the right times, enjoyed the fresh air of a new year's day walk around a frosty Chorlton Ees nature reserve (otherwise known as having a long nap while mum tackled off-roading with the buggy and some new friends from NCT antenatal classes), had lots of interaction with mum at a squealingly enjoyable bath-time, and went straight to sleep at 7pm. Looking after a baby can be immensely rewarding but it's also a heavy responsibility to try and ensure she gets everything she needs for her development and well-being, so when everything seems to click like this it makes me feel so much better. I didn't even mind the fact that I again spent New Year's eve and day without Owen, who was busy helping to satisfy the public demand for vast quantities of Viennese waltzes at this time of year - I'm glad I spent it with Katy.

But ... the following night was, inevitably, a night of mayhem. Such are the joys and trials of parenthood. Did somebody make a film about that?

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