A very tied tongue

Sophia asleep in her Moses basket

The first week with our new arrival had its challenges.

With impeccable timing our car developed its first faults after two trouble free years motoring. Notorious for poorly designed electric circuits the computer packed up when it was invaded by a little rainwater.

We realised the chimney was in need of repair with the smell of smoke seeping into the bedroom. Christmas huddled around a natural log fire would have to wait another year.

And Baby Sophia needed a little maintenance too. A quick trip to a specialist to cut her tongue tie allowed her to feed naturally, a resource not available to her older sister. This was one of the fringe benefits of moving near to a city.