Although sometimes I do feel a little like the bug-eyed walking dead these days. 

Certainly look like one.  Seriously, I think I’ve aged a lifetime since the Lilybug was born.  My mother kindly told me I look haggard, the last time she was over.  She also told me I need to brush my teeth.  Thanks mum.  Gotta appreciate the honesty I suppose!

They say (and I’d like to know exactly who They are) that by the age of 9 months a baby is pretty much well sleeping through the night.  Sure. I’d like These people to come around my place at 11pm! And 1am. And 3am.

Sleep. Pfft.  It’s down there with the fairies at the bottom of the garden.

There was a point to this. I’ve lost it now.  Something to do with a brain-shattering migraine.  But because I’d really like to achieve the goal of writing an update and actually FINISH it, I’ll natter on.

Char’s at high school next year (but meanwhile she’s sitting right beside me farting. FARTING! Go back to bloody school you little miscreant!) and I’ll be totally relaxed about that idea just as soon as I figure out how to attach a GPS system to the inner sole of her shoe without her finding out. (Crap. She’s actually reading this.)

Bree is 10 months old today, and although she hasn’t technically said her first word yet (in English anyway) she does a pretty good cat meow and her big thing lately is to woof at dogs.  And any other animal that isn’t a cat. Therefore could be a dog.

I realised the other day that I am now technically classed as an ‘older mother’.  Scarier still, when I was recently asked my age, I couldn’t remember if I was 32 or 33.  Turns out I’m actually 31, which made me feel a little less morbidly close to old age.

Well, I’m going to shuffle off now (with the aid of my walking frame of course) and perhaps come back later when I lose this nail-through-the-eye migraine and think of something nice to write :P 

Meanwhile I’ll leave you with a -

“Poo-ah faarck!”

“Kind of hits you like a truck, doesn’t it?”

*gag gag uuurghh*

Yes Char.  That’s one way of putting it.  I may looking like the walking dead these days, but you smell like it.

What the hell has my girl been eating? Roadkill?

Completely forgot what I was about to say now.  Goodbye.