Anyway.

In keeping with my new and improved shiny goodness, I thought I would share some photos with you of the people you have come/will come to know about. First up we have darling daughter number one, our monkey girl miss A. This photo was taken just before Christmas, and I love it as it is both quirky and captures her cheeky spirit. Either that or she has just fluffed.

Next up, a recent photo of the pixie monster miss E. She’s a girl on the go who loves to smile for the camera, so it was quite hard to get a less revealing shot (you have to earn it peoples). If only you could properly see her deliciously chunky thighs. Now there’s a line she will hate me for when she’s a teenager.

And now, for those who are curious, a photo of my husband, he of toddlerdaddy fame. And that fame has obviously gone to his head because HERE HE IS IN BED WITH ANOTHER WOMAN:

(Thankfully it’s miss E).

And last, but not least, here is a photo of me* with the girls, looking all 70s hissy happy hippy and stuff. Yes I am wearing a maxi dress, not because it was fashionable for three seconds but because said dress conveniently allows for a boob to be popped out for the breastatarian baby whilst providing a hiding spot for the threenager at the same time.

That’s all for now folks as I have to pack my bags for tomorrow’s day stay at Tresillian with E. That’s right, we finally got in when the sleep issues are mostly sorted *jinx alert*. Instead we will utilise our stay for doing sweet FA working out how to get the booby monster to take some food from a spoon in addition to the choking hazards finger foods she will nibble at on an occasional whim.

Until we meet again.

*If you ask me nicely I may include another photo in my profile page. But that’s only because I am excited to finally have a shot which is both blurry enough to conceal all flaws and in which it looks like I have a little bit of a rack. I am that sad people.

• A being A was happy to while away an entire day watching episodes of Playschool, and was back to her usual cheery self in the evening. This was demonstrated by her proudly exclaiming “Look at this!” as she danced around the bathroom, a wad of toilet paper clenched between her bot cheeks in a post potty*, pre bath display of three year old exuberance. This was followed with a post bath “Let me sing Daddy….I love you sooo much….love you in the morning…bloody!bloody!bloody!” as she toyed with the whammy bar on the guitar when Daddy was playing the Sex Pistol’s Anarchy in the UK on Guitar Hero 3. Yes folks, I have no hope.

• E has alternated between her usual cheery self and breast refusing Velcro baby, depending entirely on just how much snot is running out of her nose. Poor little poppet. She seems fascinated by my runny nose too, reaching out to grab said proboscis whilst squealing “ho…hoo” (her attempt at honk I guess). Endearing but sure to perpetuate rhinovirus transfer and reinfection.

• I have been my usual hissy self. I don’t do sick very well, who has time for it? I’ve always loved it when people tell you to rest up (husband I am looking at you) when the fact is as a mother of two youngsters who is by herself for twelve hours plus a day you can’t. It’s not like I can leave the non napping three year old to her own devices, and while I am parked on my butt the pile of washing, dishes and dust from the renovations is accumulating at an alarming pace. Meanwhile I am worried about my milk supply but too lethargic to pull out the breast pump and add to my workload. Gah.

Anyway we are off shortly to mother’s group. Nothing like sharing the love around…..

* How the freaking hell we are going to get the girl to use the toilet rather than the grotty potty is beyond me at this point. But that is a story for another occasion.