Catching up

so what have you missed.....

The Boy is teething. In fact he has teethed. Two arrived and did we know it. We had a week of earplugs, calpol and sleeping with him in my arms (I know you are not supposed to do this but I did)

His eczema cleared up. Even the stubborn spot on his third eye (not to be mistaken for his Harry Potter stork mark flashing across his forehead). For four days his skin became peachy and soft. Clear and blemish free. It's back now, angrier than ever. Sigh.

He waves.

He likes to laugh at his sister. As we all do.

He's a bit lazy. He won't sit up, preferring to just flop, or better still lull against his mummy's chest. Her boob if she's offering.

Little P likes the sound of her own voice. Quite a lot. She even talks in her sleep. At least she is now able to string sentences together and is making sense. Sort of. She still chats to Mimi and Nat (who?) and now a third friend, Milly-Rose (not to be mistaken with Green Balloon Club's Lily-Rose).

She has show business in her bones.

She has started ballet. At her first class all the little girls dressed in pink held hands and showed grace. Little p wore Adidas high tops and black and blue stripy tights and stomped round in circles. mmmm.

She worries.

Mr Scruff got knocked off his bike. Shaken up for sure but thankfully he only suffered with very sore ribs but they were soon on the mend. Then he did a monkey impression, and now it hurts to breath. Lessen learned.

I am back at work. Except I now work for me. And I am a tough boss, working my staff (that's me) every free minute, not even stopping to breast feed (should you receive an email from me all in lower case...you now know why).

I have learned to always check the brightness of my tights before leaving the house. And burbing baby in 'meeting' attire will always result in a change of clothing.

I'm tired. Still a bit too wobbly round the middle but I have a new fringe. All is good.