Doff your cap

I'm lying on the sofa listening to the insects outside the window scratching their wings and humming a tune.

If I wasn't yawning like a hippo I'd be updating this post with news on life in Uganda, about how horrified we were watching the coverage of an army of looters and rioters rampaging their way through London, that the attacks in Norway gnawed at our hearts and how this very second the rebels are moving into central Tripoli and what this means to the people of Libya. 

But you know what, sometimes it's the little things that make the biggest difference.  I was pushing Leo in his buggy today and passed an old man hoeing his garden of weeds when he doffed his cap and smiled, 'good morning to you and your baby'. 

I've been smiling since....has someone made you smile today by doing something so innocent, yet so powerful?

Leo rocks 18 weeks

Leo turns 18 weeks today and every day spent with him is a gift.  He amazes, delights and inspires.  He's nosy, noisy and chatty.  His eyes are huge, drinking in the world around him.  We see small changes in him almost daily and we continue to pinch ourselves that he's here.  Chris says it's due to my magic tummy, I think it was a case of two special sparks meeting in the right place at the right time ;) 

I watch Leo and wonder quietly what Ella would have been like.  Would she have had his nose, his lack of eyebrows, his rotund tummy, his perfect fingers and toes, his wide and beautiful smile, his angry shrieking, his fist into mouth stuffing, his wispy hair, his creased brow, his larger than life heart, his magnetic behaviour, his to-die-for giggle? 

Yes she would have had bits of him, but Leo is his own incredible person, just as his sister would have been, and my heart explodes with love for them both.