l'm stuck. For the first time in his little life, Baby Biddle is off colour. Up at 1.45am, Mr B & I took it in turns to rock him and soothe him throughout the night. Now, I'm not complaining as he's always been a pretty good sleeper and last night was definitely his worst ever for good reasons. So today, the little lion is completely shattered and the only place he wants to sleep is curled up on our chests. Which is our pleasure, except we move house tomorrow and there's mammoth amounts of packing to be done. So Mr B is downstairs being a house moving hero whilst I'm stuck lying on the bed with our beautiful little boy curled up on my front, just like the early days when he was a newborn.