There Was 3 in the Bed

SS came to stay last weekend. Here is the scene I was greeted with when I surfaced on Saturday morning.
Suffice to say that they are all still getting on like the proverbial house on fire. It buys me an extra half hour or so in the morning, for which I am very grateful! What happens is BB tends to get up and inform me that it is morning (as if I didn't already know this!) and then creeps off to wake up his siblings. After that, they tend to force big sis to read stories for as long as she can be bothered. Given that she loves mothering them, and they love being mothered.....everybody's happy - until little bellies start to rumble at least.

We went to a Halloween party in the afternoon at Auntie K's, after stopping to show dad just how scary we can be.

Burnt Oot

This is what you get with a sick boy and a very tired mum.....

A Little Ray of Light

There has been much joviality about whether or not we'll add to our already significant brood - both at home and at work. Neither friend, nor colleague believe either of us when we say that, yes we think we are done, but no, it's not for certain yet. We're not knee jerkers you see. When we do decide, it will be for keeps.

Much as I wind MPLST up about visiting the doc, I'm not, and never have been adverse to having another one. But admittedly, if we were to have one, my preference would be to crack on with it. Let's face it, we're no spring chickens in the child bearing sense. Still recovering from the 10lb boy, MPLST is understandably more cautious! And of course, there are practicalities like work, finances and child care to consider too. The reality is that I have arrived at the conclusion before her - but we really are done.

Today, I got the first real sign of that from home. I'm only on day 2 away, and MPLST has sold the baby change station to her friend.

That's Progress!

For The Record...

He made it 1 week. That's all......7 days before he blew it at school. And when I say blew it, I mean seriously blew it. Not only did he fall out with his class teacher, he then went on to pick a fight with the headmistress.

Needless to say, dad was less than impressed. That night he got no stories, no TV and lost out on a trip to the toyshop to spend his birthday voucher.

Since then, we finished our first term at school on a high, by going 3 full days without upsetting either me or his teachers. Mrs M and I are in collaboration to nip this in the bud, and so far we are making good progress. Hopefully we'll continue this after the tattie picking holidays....

All of this is detracting from keeping tabs on what's really going on around here. The Wee Man is on solids, and the Middle Man generally is the root cause of everything funny around here. Hopefully, we'll get back to some degree of normality soon enough, and the camera will again become king.