Duck a-dabbling.

It's the weekend but Izzie doesn't seem aware that it should be a special, sacred time where mummy gets more sleep. :) 5 or 5.30am saw her giggling and squealing with delight (rather loudly) at her mobile, the cot bars, her own hand and the sheer joy of being alive, apparently! I gave up at 6.30 and brought her through so Mr. P could sleep a little more and we could pull faces at each other and play with the playmat. Purple giraffe rattle was very pleased to see us.