Gone for a song

Grandma's latest knitted sweater arrived today, and here it is in all its glory. She was kind enough to knit a matching hat, gloves and gingerbread man for the front pocket - all of which I'm sure we'll see in future blips. Thanks Grandma!

The wee man was a little restless this evening, which made falling asleep a little longer.

Every night the wee man goes to bed I sing him a few 'lullabies' until he drifts asleep or his eyes are heavy enough to lay him down.

As lovely as they are, I'm not a classic lullaby fan, so instead of singing the likes of Chopin or Brahms I prefer to soothe the wee man with the gentle rhythmic rhymes of Manchester United chants.

Tonight was an 'Ooh Aah Cantona' night. The song I save in reserve for the nights when 'Giggs' and 'Bouncing Busby Babes' just aren't cutting it.

There's no hope for him, is there?