The morning broke beautifully, Rye padding through around 6am for a snuggle and breastfeed - yes, it would seem we are breastfeeding again, he's asking a couple times a day at the moment and there does appear to be milk, suprisingly. By quart to seven Rye was telling me in his singsong voice that it was time to get up and get dressed and go downstairs.
I soon bundled the boisterous and noisy children outside into the garden and put out laundry and then sat in the lovely warm sun. I had begun to crochet; but then I started to feel very queasy and headachy. I thought prehaps my eyes needed testing again, as the same sensation overcame me yesterday when crocheting - although I had forgotten to eaten, so it was definitely a low blood sugar thing.
Managed to ignore the general sense of off colouredness and get on with the morning, and we did have an excellent morning.
I snapped this photo of Rye later, engrossed in making sand castles
Ok I need to lie back down now, feel very sick indeed. Damn it.