Monday night was my first failure as a mother. I checked on Megs before we went to bed and found she was lying in a pool of sick - quite unaware and still fast asleep. It was horrible thinking that she could have choked, and i spent most of the night listening out for her and trying to think of why she had been sick. The only conclusion i came to was that she picked up something from the floor as she is now officially crawling! She started properly on Sunday and her Nanny & Grampy's house (much to their delight) but it was tentative. Now she follows me everywhere around the house and i've spent all day today putting up stair gates and scrubbing my floors. So, don't be offended if we ask you to take off your shoes when you come to visit - i'm now officilly a paranoid mother.

I'd like to say that whilst cleaning up Megan's sick i had a profound spiritual experience (like Pastor Grommit did a few months ago when his daughter barfed on him) but i'm clearly not that holy.