My fab sister

Last weekend bf and I got to go out to celebrate, erm, Dad's day, our anniversary (7 years!! i'd better watch out for that itch) or maybe just the fact that Grandma was up and we had a pass.

So we hooked up with my fab, funny and beautiful sister Seema and her ole buddy Stan (freshly back from Queensland) at The Northgate and simply had the best night out in the world ever.

Todzilla latest

Felix' fave thangs are the manege, the beach, climbing, pointing, cuddling, shoving his finger up my nostril at bedtime (yes, it hurts, yes he thinks its hilarious), climbing, rejecting his highchair in favour of grown-up chairs, doing his Elvis snarl, climbing, crawling into the buggy when he's tired, lifting my top up to blow raspberries on my tummy (especially in public), moving our hands to tell us he wants something and climbing. The manege was something else though. My God did he have an enormous hissy fit when we had to go. What a wilful soul. Total eye opener.

Island holiday

Ile de Re - land of the poppies - a beautiful unspoilt island for a week of the simple life and total R&R.

Little Miss Chatterbox

Everyone's been remarking recently how Jasmine has transformed from a taciturn, reserved, shy little girl into someone who is remarkably confident, sociable and, ahem, talkative. And hitherto I have been proud of her achievements. Particularly the made up words like 'gilbeys' 'scolbies' and 'hankerchoots' which pepper her running commentary on the world and its contents.

But today, I joined the ranks of people who wonder whether they ever shut the eff up.

Musings #4

Mama Musings on Motherhood

4. Working day today. A minor spat this morning about who had time to pick up the dry cleaning means I am now late for work, won't get a seat on the tube and am generally in a total grump. Combined with general 'how come I always seem to be the one scrubbing pans?' (or replace by any number of pathetic housewifely nags) plus general stress of having to organise our first holiday abroad in 4 years and I am left believing this is one of those days where I am left wondering:

How can I love my family so much, yet hate my life in equal measure?