“Myttin da Neythi, fatla goskis ta?” a lavarav ha my ow mos yn fedhel yn stevel ow mab a-dro dhe hanter wosa hwegh eur myttinweyth. Feusik on ev dhe goska yn ta mes res yw dhymm y dhifuna rag y vosa hag ena y worra arta yn y weli kyns mos dhe’m ober ha gasa ev ha’m kares dhe goska nebes moy. Dell yw usys pub myttin my dh’y sevel ha bosa, yma ev ow tifuna ha hwerthin (feusik on ny wra ola yn fenowgh ynwedh).
“Good morning Neythi, how did you sleep?” I say as I go gently into my son’s room about half six in the morning. We are lucky he sleeps so well but I must wake him in order to feed him and then put him back to sleep before I go to work to allow him and my partner to get a little extra sleep. Usually every morning as I wake him he is already waking and laughing (we’re also lucky he doesn’t cry an awful lot).langbot langbot