Well...

even the baby is shocked...

sometimes I am appalling in my ability to keep in contact with people. It comes from a general phone phobia (I'm adding that as 117 to my list) and just a bad habit of well time passing and me thinking "I must ring them, just after I do/go/finish...". Sometimes the appallingness of this outshines all other appallingness. Such as the fact neither of my birth parents knew I was pregnant, let alone the fact they are now grandparents for the THIRD time even though they're only 46 and 48 respectively. I'm not kidding. They were really naughty teenagers. But, back to what I was saying. How BAD is that. Appalling. My birth mother, Helen, and I had a chat the other day, and my birth father Len and his awesome wife Sharon rang me tonight - about an hour and a half ago - and we just got off the phone. This is my way of making the most public apology possible. Sure, they weren't ringing me either, but I was pregnant - which is sort of worth picking up the phone and sharing with others. There is so much I could write about the whole adoption/reunion thing, and will, but it just takes an energy that needs time, and pace and room. Now, because it's been a few days:

1 month old

and just quietly, between friends... last night the cutest baby in the world, he slept from about 9.15pm to 4am. Which would have been even more blissful had Felix not woken at 1am (he NEVER wakes in the night) and Oscar at 3am.