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Windmill

Henry and I went on a walk along the seafront today, and this time we had my parents and brother for company. It’s nice to have the company, and Henry does love his family. I want them to be a big part of his life – family is important. I also invested in a parasol for his pushchair. It works perfectly, keeping the sun out of my son’s eyes.

He was very well behaved as well. We only had a tiny outburst in the shop, but he seems to do that whenever we go inside, he just loves being outdoors! It was such a nice day though, we could sit outside with our coffee and chocolate cake and feel very comfortable. Henry was snoozing under his brand new parasol from Boots at this point, without a care in the world.

My mother suggested I buy him a little windmill we saw displayed outside one of the newsagents. Henry absolutely loves it. He stares at it, and even stops mid-cry to gaze at its shiny spirals. It is the best £1.50 I ever spent. The entertainment is endless.

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Sunshine and Warm Weather Work

Henry was a winter baby. Ever since he was born, I have always been worrying about whether he is warm enough and if he needs an extra blanket or two. Today, for the first time since he was born, I went out without being loaded down by coats, gloves, blankets and hats. It was lovely and sunny: not bad for ‘just about March’ weather. I had bought a little pot of baby suncream (factor 50) to carry in the nappy bag for days out this summer. It was very odd worrying about sunburn rather than temperature.

I can’t wait until the weather allows for trips to the beach and days in the park. Although, with the warmer weather comes spring, and spring means I’m just that little bit closer to that time I have to go back to work. I want to go, for myself and for Henry and our family, but I don’t. It will be good for me to have time to pursue what I want in life. I still want a career and my own funds and a feeling of self-worth. But leaving Henry is going to be so hard. It makes me upset just thinking about it. I will never again have this much time to spend with Henry, and it’s sad. I just have to make the most of it.

On the plus side, a bit of adult conversation will be quite welcome. Also, it will make me appreciate just how much I love spending time with Henry.

He was so well-behaved today. I went for a coffee with friends and pottering around town in the shops. He only moaned a little, towards the end when he got tired. Other than that, he was fantastic. It makes it so much easier to go out when I know he’s going to be good for me. There’s nothing worse than pushing around a pushchair with a screaming baby in it. It’s so stressful when you want to make them comfortable straight away, but you’re in a queue or paying for something. Three-month-olds don’t understand the words ‘hang on a minute’. When hunger strikes…