Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Three years married today! And two kids to show for it.....so by my reckoning, if we make it another three years, then we'll have four kids. I always was good at sums.Perhaps it won't work out quite like that, but who knows? I'm starting to feel my age these days, so perhaps we'll have to buy a telly instead. If we don't stop with this pro creation malarkey, I'll be working til I'm 70.

On a separate subject, I thought I'd share the quote of last weekend with you....

SS: (whilst hovering over her baby brother in a very mumsy kind of way) He's looking at me, Daddy. He's smiling at me. Daddy he's smiling at me.

Me: That's good. Why do you think he is smiling at you?

SS: Because I'm beautiful.

Who am I to argue with that?

So Much To Blog About....

...yet so little time to blog it. There is a tornado gathering pace between my ears which is scooping up everything on the periphery. And so it goes on.....


Over the last few weeks, I could have blogged both seriously and jovially about a variety of things, one thing being that there is a baby called Tiger Lily at our local toddler group. A real live baby with that name, honest! So far as I know, the parents in question are neither famous or particularly talented, so I can only deduce they must be either a) separated? This is clearly an attempt to wind dad up or b) sick. So very very sick. She's not the only one though, but I'll save that for another day.

MPLST and I have also been discussing the merits of private education versus that provided by the state. We actually got carried away and lost some much needed sleep discussing this, but got no further forward. Why exactly, I am not sure. Our eldest is just turned 2! Why do we beat ourselves up like this?

I'm also in the process of changing jobs. I actually had to rearrange an interview around the time LL was born, and yet still got the job. The downside of this is that I will have to earn my living as opposed to surfing the net endlessly. Of course, some may see it as an upside that I won't blog as much from work.

On top of all of that, there's the usual Christmas rush. What to get SS and how to keep her mother happy? (Well not happy, just off my back would be good). Where to have Xmas dinner, who's coming.....At least I'm home this year.

The Inevitable

Like death and taxes, it had to come sooner or later. Call it what you will, Terrible Two's, Sibling Rivalry or one of the select few (unprintable) phrases I use, it's here. I knew it was too good to last. I got sucked in, just the same as all those other parents who think their kid is better than everyone elses around them. Fat chance!

BB has finally decided to show some signs of jealousy towards his brother. Granted, it could be worse, at least he's not poking his younger siblings eyes out or trying to help him down the stairs yet. It seems that in missing his dad, he decided to continuously clamp himself to his mother. I can see why that makes feeding and changing a small baby difficult.

He looked genuinely pleased to have dad home too, but not so he can get his daddy time. Oh no, dad has to get his LL time, so BB can have mummy all to himself. Not for the first time, the goalposts have shifted, only the parents have been last to react.....again. Will we ever learn?