The Eccentric American Mama in Cumbria

One of my favourite things to do is go back and re-read my blog posts from when Cyril was Sage's age. Sadly, with my schedule bursting at the seams and my other less than desirable house wife tasks I have little time left for blogging and hence the scarcity of posts about Sage. However, before this time vanishes into oblivion I want to do a little snapshot on each child at this age. FIVE MONTHS Sage, my little buddha, I love you more and more each day. You give so much back with your giggles and smiles and the love in your eyes runs deep. When you look at me your eyes light up and my soul melts. I already have a glimpse into your future personality and it brings me so much joy. I'm convinced if you lived in Tibet you'd be the next Buddha. You already make me a better person everyday and I'm so happy to call you my own. You are rarely sad, love to socialise and laugh, and rolled over for the first time two days ago at the start of yoga. You sleep 12-13 hours at n

January We found out we were expecting baby number 2 (OK technically we found out the news on Christmas Day in Portugal but close enough). February I had severe morning sickness with Sage and I couldn't be anywhere near cooking smells which meant that Cyril survived off of yogurt, fruit, granola and raw veg for the first 12 weeks of Sage's pregnancy. The morning sickness in January was so severe that I contemplated flying to America for a month to get help from my mom. When I found out the sad news that neither grandmother was doing well I took a giant leap and embarked on a 7 hour plane ride with an upset stomach and toddler in tow. Cyril threw up bright red blueberries as we were landing in Hartford, I nearly threw up on him, and we both walked through the airport half naked. However, going home was the best decision I ever made, the extra help was greatly appreciated, Cyril's diet became more varied, and I got to say goodbye to two of the women who had