Before Christmas I was getting around with my left hand all bandaged up after wrestling with the boy's pram to stop it tipping sideways with him in it. Now, it's my right hand after getting it stuck in my front door! I feel like a complete gumby!

But apart from that we're ok. Sam's speech has came along miles almost over night. He's still behind, but we're making progress at last.

Spent two weeks with my parents, so Sam is glad to be back home with Daddy (who was only there for a couple of days), and after only one week doesn't seem too thrilled about doing an extra day at day care, but I don't think it will take too long before drop off is less traumatic than it was last year.

A get together in Sydney sounds wonderful. I think that's the only way I'll be able to join in as travelling solo with Sam is difficult for me, but I can always live through the pictures if you choose somewhere else.

Oh for two functioning hands once more!

BW