4:44

I'm living in Groundhog Day. This past week I've been waking or been woken at the same time. When I look at the clock it reads 4:44. It has even happened in the afternoon. My days have become fairly routine. They centre on Milly's sleeps and activities for Henry. Not much me time, which I'm starting to miss.

Some good news - I'm back on the chocolate. I've been gorging myself. No small pieces of chocolate for me. No, give me a family-size block and I'm away. Only problem is both Michael and Henry can sniff out chocolate from miles away and I've had to share.

Henry has started taking an interest in Milly. He insists on helping us feed her and he is now game enough to give her a hug or an eskimo kiss. Milly adores Henry. She watches everything he does and always has a smile for him or a laugh.

A big boy gets his big bed

Yes, Operation 'Henry in a big bed' is now a success. After many weekends spent shopping for a perfect bed for our perfect boy, we finally got it all together and now Henry is happily sleeping in his big bed. Amazingly, he's only fallen out twice. His cot remains in his room as we hope to move Milly in with him as soon as she starts sleeping through the night (please let it be soon).

We've had a couple of goes at introducing Milly to food. Some attempts have seen her grab at the spoon and have a good lick, most attempts have seen her not interested, so we will start again when she turns six months in two weeks. She's certainly not like Henry who grasped the total concept of food from the word go and hasn't looked back. Milly prefers mother's milk to anything else on offer.