He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
In mummy and daddy's bed
You don't sleep in our bed. Ever. The other night, in the early hours, you woke up and seemed distressed. We think you had had a bad dream so you came into our bed. Then, somehow, we managed to get you to sleep. You look lovely.
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