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.