Hearts: broken and bursting

This morning i had my heart broken. Bax is going through a tough time. He is very potty conscious (that's all I'm saying), he is not sleeping weel, he has a cough, he gets worked up, he has a lot to say, it is hot and humid. He woke up at 3 and slept with us the rest of the night.

I lay beside him at 7.30 and watched him as he slowly woke up. When he was almost fully awake he looked at me and said "Work?" i said yes i had to go to work today and he said in a very sharp but still drowsy voice "Bye bye!" i said that he and Daddy were taking me in the truck to work and then he would go off to Yvonne and kindy "Bon?" he said "Come?" he said putting his hand on mine. I had to say no i couldn't i had to go to work "Bye bye " he said again.

When they dropped me at work an hour later he said bye bye again, a little happier. then 'telephone? talk?" Then off he went to Yvonne's.

For lunch G and Ms Izz came and met myself and my friend Trinket. We went to the Grove which is a very posh and delicious restaurant across the road owned by a Samoan Chef and his American wife. Ms Izz sat in her backpack (she rides around on G's back like a proud little mahut). She hate expensive wafers and hot rolls and then duck. She loved chewing the drumbstick. She had two little bited of berry and cointreau gelato for dessert. She loved it all, the people and the noise and the food and having mummy and daddy and Trinket who for some reason she loves to bits, all together smiling at her. She really got the game that Trinket played with her - throwing the large linen napkin over her heard and waiting for her to pull it off. Everytime she reappeared she was giggling and cocking her head to one side (which is her trade mark - and I have checked her ears for invections which was my first tought as to why she does it - but they're fine).

Tomorrow is my last day at work until Jan 9 and we are all in need of a break. I can't wait to throw buckets of love at my son. Ms Izz too but Bax misses Mummy and i miss him.