.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

Firstly, many thanks for your congratulations! Se- (Get interrupted by C, who informs me that yet another midwife wants to see The Boy, who is presently in a sling across my chest. Accompany Sling Boy downstairs and stand and have my chest The Boy cooed at by midwife number 8 (?) who is very cheerful and is wearing scarily cool designer spectacles. Cooing over, traipse back upstairs.)

Secondly, I (Cue dubious vibration coming from direction of sling) have broken my Must Blog At Least Once A Week Rule once too many. I do not apologise. Instead, I have decid- (Get called for lunch by C. Try to eat lunch, then realise eating soup whilst wearing a sling is not very easy. Desposit The Boy in bouncer. Resume eating lunch. Sort 500th and 501st loads of laundry. Forget entirely about blog entry. Stack dog food. Remove dog. Realise The Boy is crying; remove from bouncer and take to Changing Station "his" bedroom. Change nappy; recognise suspicious expression on The Boy's face, whip off clean nappy and triumphantly catch pee fountain in bundled up terry cloth. Rejoice. Redress The Now Screaming Boy in complicated outfit. Vow never to dress him in a complicated outfit again unless absolutely necessary (umm?). Deposit Screaming Boy at Feeding Station C. Remember existence of blog.)

SECONDLY, I have decided to scrap my Must Blog At Least Once A Week rule and replace it with Must Blog As Often As Possible rule, because I have discovered it is very foolish to try and set time limits when you're constantly getting puked on or trying to pull a sock onto a small leg that will not stop kicking in fury.

Coincidently, T just emailed me saying, "Its amazing how a little person can have you running around them like a headless chicken!"

EXACTLY.

Posted by j at 3:00 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Oh yeah.

As most of the world already knows, the above bundle of cuteness came into our lives at 2.09am on Sunday 15th March. And after that, life just became a confusing, chaotic flurry of awakeness, nappies, screaming, occasional and valued peace, pee fountains, poop mountains, cry monsters (how these words got into my vocabulary, I do not know, but I have a feeling they're here for a while) and God knows what else.

Oh, and joy. Joy is the top of the list, of course!

Joy is closely followed by forgetfulness - C and I are constantly trying and failing to remember what we're doing, what we've eaten and what day of the week it is. Lack of sleep does that to you. Just a few minutes ago, for example, I found myself gazing at my monitor and wondering why, then "You're writing a blog, J. A blog!" came into my head and here I am.

So, if you have emailed me in the last week or so, please don't expect a reply for the next 20,000 years. I know you don't anyway, but still. I'm too busy wandering around in an amazed and joyous daze, dodging pee fountains (missed once so far) and remembering which planet I'm on.

I thank you, and goodnight.

Posted by j at 7:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

Just in case anyone was wondering (if you weren't, you learned something for nothing anyway).

In other news, I did something wild and crazy today. I deleted my Bebo account. Haven't used it for ages, anyway, but it was kind of empowering.

I feel free.

And yes, the suspense is killing me.

Posted by j at 11:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Sometimes I am even gladder than ever that I don't do phones. The phone just rang here and C answered (of course)...

C: Hello.

Random woman: Hello?

C: Hello?

Random woman: Hello?

C: Hello?

Random woman: Hello.

C: Erm, hello.

Random woman: I was just ringing to see if you were in.

C: Well, I am in.

Random woman: Yes.

C: Who are you, anyway?

Random woman: Er, I think I may have dialled the wrong number.

C: I think so, yes.

[/CLICK]

[/CONFUSED LAUGHTER]

Posted by j at 1:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

As clearly illustrated in our house this morning:

While we were eating breakfast, the window cleaner was outside doing his job. Of course, this made Harrythedog bark and growl in a frenzy, defending us and his house from the scary man with the moving swooshy thing and the long metal thing, despite us telling him to calm down because the window cleaner is our FRIEND.

Then, when the window cleaner went round to the cats' side of the house, they studiously ignored him.

And us.

And each other.

Posted by j at 9:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

C just emailed me (from the other end of the desk) to say that the above kitteh reminded her of me. I wonder why.

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