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As a little addendum to the New Year’s post: While we had a nice NYE telethon with nibbles and bubbly (one glass over the evening for mummy), one member of the family didn’t like the famous abilities of champagne (seems it’s a german myth about the increase of milk production when drinking it) at all! Instead of a sleepy and well-fed Baby, we got a New Year’s Day surprise with a marathon of its own kind: Esmé had a dodgy tummy all day, and was awake and active from 7am all the way until 10pm. That would be a party and a half, if it was the other way round, and the dodgy tummy was a result of overindulgence, and she’d be partying with her friends, and they’d be in their late teens or so, I’d say, but as none of these applied, we were left with an unhappy bundle on a grey january day. Lesson learnt: Champagne does not work for everyone!