The usual complaint

Time is whizzing by. K was four months on Saturday, 18 weeks tomorrow. Got his own back on T's sometimes over vigorous ear rubbing tonight by grabbing a fist full of the curly locks. There were tears. I can attest it does hurt and he has quite a grasp as I've lost fistfuls of hair to this one. Post pregnancy hair loss, another one of those side effects no one really talks about.

His currently chatting to me (8.35pm), I'm fairly sure his saying 'sleep is for wimps mum', between the smiles.