Sit down together and read

Thanks guys for the lovely sprinkles yesterday.

I guess in spite of being by myself now for 4 days without any help, last night being appalling bad and without being able to go into any details, we managed to get out today whilst Reu was in school. Sadly the best I could manage was to get Reu to preschool an hour late, that is after his huge throw up this morning and a huge let-me-clean-up-myself-after-poo by Callum requiring a bath. The night's about juggling sleep with treatments and feeds and getting us all out in the morning is a huge challenge. I can go longer without feeding him by tube in the night, but truth is, it's then impossible to catch up in the day with his limited tolerance and he will lose weight. Also realised this morning that I had no clean trousers to wear, so took yesterday's jeans, washed the muddy knees (would be quicker than washing the pair, aha), popped them in the dryer and bingo! ready in time for the drive.

Stroll in Santa Monica with Callum, some Janie & Jack clothes shopping for the boys (sales of course) which for me always signals let's get out to some nice location and take some shots.

Callum can be impeccably sweet: he kept returning to the pretty pink dresses in the window display, but not for the dresses, for the fake cupcakes sitting in said window. The assistant offered him one and he dipped his head, the sweetest closed mouth smile erupting across it and said yum yum. Picked Reu up and we had to go to the hospital as his stoma isn't looking very clean, as if the fistula is still open. It's just another infection so round 3 of antibiotics since the surgery closure here we come. Don't mean to moan, it's just that I hope I can look back one day and say, Life got a whole lot easier. I hate looking back at times I've lost my patience. I finally met with a cleaning company today to help me out. I had that one shot deal but I ended up spending hours cleaning before and after them. So, for the first time in 9 years, domestic help here I come! This image hides the monumental mess now in the house.

In other news, I'm all set to audition for the xFactor next weekend. I have no preconceived ideas as without a TV, I've never seen the show and know nothing about it. Anyway, it brought up some fun conversation with my old girlfriends back from the days I worked in London in banking, them reminding me of taking the mike from a band member in a club and hogging the stage. My plan is to sing swing and with absolutely nothing to lose, not even my dignity, whyever not?

Reuben signing "Good morning, good morning, good morning to you..." in the car this morning. I do declare it's the first song I've ever heard him sing and he's so tickled pink with himself.

Delighted to be extremely kindly gifted Cary Grant's old work desk by renowned photographer Jen O'Sullivan. I think you may know I'm a huge fan. Can't wait to pick it up and will need to think of a way to Pay it Forward.

Right... I hear the breathing treatment coming to an end upstairs and I'm outa here. Not commenting much right now, just need to get my own thoughts down so thanks for visiting.