One thing they never tell you when you are pregnant, one thing that is witheld (whilst animated in depth tales of piles, late nights, stretch marks are forced upon you), is the part where you play the avoidance game with your partner. You probably all know what I’m talking about, but don’t want to comment …
FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY, at the age of approximately seventeen months Fatso has started walking. To me this seems horrendously late. After all, the horrible one was practically there on his first birthday, and went hell for leather straight into running not long after that. Even then that seemed pretty late to me, but how was I to know? From …
Yesterday I got thrown a curve ball. I hadn’t had the best night, amazingly not because of the boys (I’ve discovered that having chocolate before bed gives me nightmares…she says as she stuffs a bar of galaxy into her mouth). Anyway, after a restless night, and a slightly early rise from Fatso (6am, I mean …