The One Where I Embarrass Two out of Three of my Children
I thought that perhaps my days of being able to surreptitiously gather ammunition for free and guiltless use against my children when they morph into grunting, fridge-clearing Neanderthals teenagers were all but over. Certainly my oldest (who is 9, but shows signs of precocious development of the evil genius trait earlier than I had originally prepared for) has started to realise what I'm up to, and so photo opportunities are now few and far between. However, it turns out if you leave three children in a room together, one of whom has a giant makeup case and two very irritating ...
A Freak Like You
It's been a strange old week. First I found out that you lovely people have nominated me for an award despite my British reserve and lack of confidence having prevented me from asking anyone to even consider me. I have since added the badge that is meant to encourage you to vote: if you look to the right you'll see it in all its pink glory. Seductive huh? It's almost teasing. No, I'd go so far as to say it's daring you to click on it isn't it? Don't fight your urge, really it's ok to succumb to the badge, ...
A Life with Tubes
Three Children and “It!”
So the last couple of days have delivered me some razor-nailed prods to the happy little bubble that I like to hang out in, and that rather shiny bubble is looking ominously ready to pop. The first reality check come from an appointment I had with Elliot yesterday, but in order to explain that properly I'm going to have to do big, grown up things like actually admit to myself you what has been going on for the past 6 months. I will have to take my fingers out of my ears and stop "la, la, laaaaaa"'ing first though, so ...