I'm not sure if Matt knows that by asking me what I've been doing he is now obligated to notice the difference when he gets home on Thursday. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have told him. He might be expecting sparkling clean, while I'm just excited to see the floor again.

On Sunday morning my nephew smiled at me for the first time. He is about five months old now (for those of you who are counting) and normally stares at me like I have two heads. That morning Sarah and I had come downstairs from playing in her room and I smiled at him and he smiled back. Again and again. Before her brother could steal away any more attention, Sarah invited me to have rosy tea in the living room with her and Eeyore.

Just spoke to Matt on the phone. He'll be home in the morning and I can't wait.