The Iron Giant

The Iron Giant is just the best movie.

Rosie watches it every day. She acts out the scenes. In her little voice she repeats verbatim scenes which have impacted on her little mind.

"I know you feel bad about the deer but it's not your fault. Things die. It's part of life. It's bad to kill. But it's not bad to die."

And...

"You're made of metal but you have feelings so you have a soul. And souls don't die."

And...

"You are who you choose to be. You are not a gun."

So here we are. February 2008. Still yo yo'ing about all over the place.

During one recent upturn we booked a ski ing trip to the Dolomites (next week). Just the two of us. Try and remember why we are together type thing.

Then a week ago in the playground one of the snooty mums (who already has two kids) pulled her coat apart and exposed a small bump to my new friend Emma (3 months pregnant).

She said:

"A little birdie tells me you are due in August?"

Walked back to the car in a funk. All day tried to push it under the rug. In evening tried to warn Nat I was feeling funny. He raised his eyebrows and silently walked away. Shame, because we'd actually had three really good weeks.

Later, in a heated argument he said: "there's nothing i want more than to have a brother or sister for Rosie".

So the carrot's still being dangled and I'm not ready to give up on him just yet.

Good books, great movies, busy jobs, socialising and no alcohol help.