Eddy looks so beautiful when he's asleep, and he's almost impossible to resist when he wanders into our room in the middle of the night and sneaks into our bed. It won't last forever.
Quite like these little sketches of his face, scoffing ice-cream out of a tub in the park.
Word art.
Parents' evening, and we laugh at his teachers' tales. He certainly is smart, and they're blown away by his scientific knowledge. We're smug and proud.
Just the usual diary stuff.
A scrap-book page about Rick and Eddy's all-boy adventures - camping in the freezing rain in April, marvelling over sharp knives, and getting stranded on little islands in the middle of rafting lakes - better that I'm not there to squawk maternal disapproval...
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