on the turn

Sigh. The last of the baby flowers are finally starting to turn. It was lovely having so many flowers in the house - and not even one stinky lilly managed to sneak it's way in (bonus).

I am taking this as a positive sign, my life is starting as it's supposed to. The 'well done on having a baby' stage is dwindling and the 'right, get on and raise your son into a wonderful human being' is beginning and I am very excited about that.

I have a son. Who will be a man. And I am partly responsible for the way he turns out. God. That's mental.

I won't think about that just now. Its a bit of a head scrambler.