Last night was non-eventful yet also eventful. My daughter spat up milk all over my new Harry Potter pyjamas. They have the Marauders Map on them so mischief was well and truly managed. Especially because it somehow got into my bra. We then had a cute family moment of watching the snow. Well me and Dale watched the snow, madam watched the light fitting. She's obsessed with them. We're hoping it's because she's going to be an interior designer and not because she's going to be as weird as her parents. Miss Fussy Pants then wouldn't settle for love nor money (probably because she's just all about the milk and at this moment in time she didn't want any; therefore sorting her out was guesswork) So to keep her quiet for 10 mins I laid her down on the bed with me. She stared at me. I interpreted this as a challenge to a staring competition. I lost miserably. Turns out babies don't blink very often and it's rather unnerving.