Today was marked by two things, one sad, one exciting.
It’s a year to the day since we lost our second baby through miscarriage. I’m not upset, just a little sad earlier driving home from work when I finally had a moment to think by myself. The things we ponder in evening rush hour.
And secondly, after I had pulled myself together to collect our little boy from creche, I was greeted with the news that he did a poo in the loo!
And had no accidents today. Hurray!
He was so proud of himself. It’d banish any blues.