All quiet on the western front

Nothing desperately new to alert you to. The obsession with "In the night Garden" continues apace. James is jumping like a nut around the room at all times, and slap bang in the middle of his pro-consonant-challenge speech-athons, he now says, quite clearly and distinctly, the word "cup", quite often!

They're both being particularly awesome at present.

I was thinking yesterday how it's a little unfair that the rest of the world may (justifiably) riase their eyebrows if you attempt to articulate the point that although you may love your partner, and have loved other partners before them, you only really understand what true, lay-your-life-down-for-them LOOOOVE is in the context of your kids. I watched the last few minutes of a drama about Jack Kipling, Rudyard Kipling's 18 year old son, who Rudyard actiuvely encouraged to go to war. The First world War. He died, with the countless hundreds of thousands of others, and it was well enough told to put yourself in that position.

Needless to say, the thought of losing James to a war was quite horrifying enough to cause a small outbreak of tears-in-eyes. And yet it happens to people all the time. Young lads are k,illed in Afghanistan regularly at the moment - not even mentioning the state of Iraq, now it has helpfully been freed from the tyranny of non-democratic rule.

Anyway.