Saturday, 10 September 2011, Day 291/365.
This photo will be used one day to show my son that he used to volunteer to wash up. This wasn’t one of those times but he’s still at the stage where he likes to wash up.
No doubt, one day, he won’t.
Sunday, 11 September 2011, Day 292/365.
We went to see a friend’s dad’s band – a jazz band. JJ asked my friend (and his) to dance and she did. I knew she would when I suggested it.
However, I was a little bit surprised he did it because he’s a bit shy when it comes to stuff like that. He won’t join the school choir because he feels so self-conscious about singing in front of people yet he constantly sings in front of me.
I know it’s just over a week since the 10 year anniversity of ‘9/11’ but I remember where I was when I first heard about it.
JJ was only three months old and he was still having night feeds so I’d got up a bit after midnight to feed him and as usual, turned on the tv. Instead of my late night tv diet of Star Trek I watched planes crash into the two towers over and over and over again.
Like everyone, I was horrified and couldn’t believe it.
Finally after sitting there for two hours, long after I’d put JJ back to bed, my new mother’s need of having her sleep took over. Plus nothing new was being reported so I was watching the same footage and commentary again and again.
As soon as I got up in the morning I turned on the tv again almost expecting a full-scale world war to have broken out. Luckily it didn’t go that far.