So again I am participating in this week’s meme, along with Punky & Me.

Where I sleep

I didn’t want to post a shot of my bed. That would mean

1. I would have to make it,

and 2. It would need to be interesting …. which it isn’t.

But then I thought about what it is about being in bed that makes me feel good (shush you, not that). My best moments are always with my children, and they have all shared my bed. Sometimes good …. I have a great photo of me, in all my permed glory, sleeping with my firstborn daughter when she was just a week or so old. Some not so great …. having a morning cuddle with my boy, reaching to brush his hair back, to discover that the only reason the nits haven’t made off with his hair, is that its anchored to his scalp. I don’t have a photo of me with Isabeau, but she slept with me, all the same, and I have that memory. My kids always thought that sleeping with me was great, but sleeping with (or even just lying on) Dad …. now that was a real treat. Naomi was one a few days old when she had her first sleep on Dad’s chest, but like the shot with me, it was pre-digital, and so the photo languishes in a photo album somewhere.

So here are a couple of younger photos.

Sometimes, even if the motor racing is boring, its worth it for the daddy cuddle

Legs akimbo ….. my weedy tall children.

Just for the record, those tiny babies are now both over 170cm tall, and the male child possesses an astonishingly deep voice. How dare these children grow up ….. I didn’t say they could.