all the young dudes ...

T plus 3 days. In pre-Kootcha days I remember going to bed at 10pm, waking up at 7am and still being a tad sleepy. Today I'm firing on all cylinders having had less than half that. All well with Team A - we're getting a real buzz from being super-chilled-out done-it-before parents, but not too smug that we can't panic that he's stopped breathing. He's gone a bit yellow with jaundice - but we're told it's normal (like The Simpsons?).

In comparison to the new squib, Pooce suddenly seems to be about thirteen - clever, funny, articulate etc. Our tactic of indulging her so she doesn't feel left out seems to be working and so far she's being a model sister.

Today's Pooce's last day in nursery so we're taking it easy before the big Christmas tree hunt tomorrow .....