It was a busy and tiring day all round. Roman went off to his grandparents and I forced myself to not be in pajamas and went out with Bryan. It was strange to be without a buggy to get on and off a train and once we got to Stirling it wasn't as busy as I'd imagined it would be :). When we got home we went out again to get more stocking fillers - Bryan was mostly buying for me - and so there was hardly any time to sit let alone take photos. When we got home I collapsed on to the sofa and suddenly at 11 o'clock I remembered I hadn't snapped a photo. "I've forgotten to take a photo!" I announced to Bryan, very sad that I wouldn't get one. "Just go in to his room and take one, then." Knowing he would definitely wake up I didn't want to do this. "What if he wakes up?"
"Then he does, you can't not take a photo."
