stages turning pages without plages

8:30pm and doing a little work while Mrs theWeir is also working the weeWeir is sleeping.

It's been a bit of a day.

First day at nursery for the weeWeir - and she didn't skip a beat. Wandered in, coat on the rack, and away to paint.

Gotta love it.

Such a moment for us as parents, and for her too. But it's just another part of life. And that's always good.

For the first time, we marked her height against a part of the house, a visual reminder of the moment - and it's fleeting nature. Like the sand on the beach.

Here's hoping I get up and organised in the morning all right!