Five years and more since trying to become a mum and six months four days since becoming one

Dear Louse

You were a right old bag of tantrums and grumpiness yesterday. You must have woken up on the wrong side of the cot as it started early. You eased up in the afternoon when we let you loose around the Natural History Museum, but then kicked off again after Pa let the buggy fall backwards when trying to mount the train home, waking you un petit peu abruptly from a nice nap that we all needed. Such was some of the screaming we wondered if you were in sudden pain, even cousin K, who is a doctor, checked you over to make sure there was nothing actually wrong. But we all concluded that you are now officially testing us.

I do hope we pass. Will you mark us out of ten? How will we know how we have done? Will we have to stay behind to see you after school?...

It also has to be noted that you have become very clingy to me in particular, sometimes making Pa feel a bit left out.

And it should also be noted that this evening at dinner you were experimenting with Petit Filous and broccoli + pasta. I think you may be acting out some of the recipes/performances from The Futurists' Cookbook.