Peaky blinder

Oh Esther. With two children you are essentially living through your own personal version of memento - on any given day so trying to remember much of the recent past is a struggle although I've not yet tattooed vital information to my body. What am I'm prattling in about except hopefully reminding you about an excellent oft forgotten film? Well, in the sleeplessness one forgets the beguiling quality of a child on the cusp of their second year.

I'm Papa once more. In fact I'm "papa,papa, papa, papa, papa, papa, papa. Joy unbound. And mummy too. And it is delivered with an unalloyed  loveliness that it lifts you into a delightful joyousness that is far less awful than the adjectivally heavy sentence you've just endured.Her vocabulary increases on a daily basis and her ability to climb is almost unmatched at least in her household. She is, in short or at length, a rather fine young beast. And thanks to the historic intervention of her uncle Craig is the most socially outgoing child ever seen in these parts. No one is beyond her grasping hands which is bloody great and if anyone is looking for child minding work you know who to call as all roads lead to the pub.

To offset this glory she remains challenging at night (whoever agreed to put the clocks back didn't have children, if they had it would never have happened) and does seem rather too fond of gauging my Adams apple until I'm forced to tap out.

Oh and she just started settling in at nursery. I've not said it for a while but crikey time does fly alright. It won't be long before I'm walking her down the aisle etc etc. Apologies but it's good to get it out of your system.

Enjoy.

Young Frankenstein