Hi again!

Hello there!
I haven't blogged for a year. Oops. Weird, because in real life, I have so much to say for myself. Too much, probably.

Well, we're all good. In the last few months, my eldest daughter has magically transformed from a 7 year old to a teenager (Magically=horrifically, terrifyingly, etc). Yep, she has Bieber Fever. She watches iCarly and all manner of other crap on the Disney channel. She sulks. Everything she and her friends aren't interested in is 'for babies'. Ah, what fun. I'm almost certain at her age I was still watching Rainbow and playing tea parties with teddy bears. Sometimes I wonder if this is really her, or she's just trying to keep up with her friends (for a number of weeks, she thought his name was Justin Beaver. It took every fibre of strength in my body to tell her it was actually 'Bieber'- too funny). She's also lost her 2 front teeth, which not only looks terribly cute, but gives her a lisp (which, much to her annoyance, I find utterly adorable).

Middle daughter is same as ever. Funny, grumpy, stubborn, but still a little sweetheart really. Alas, she's currently going through the toilet humour phase. She's inventing jokes related to or revolving around poo on a daily basis. I can't see her career as a stand up comedian taking off. I'm trying to steer her toward knock knock jokes (she still manages to turn it around to toilet humour though :/ ).

My son is HUGE now. The size of his 4 year old sister (who is, admittedly small for her age, but still). People are amazed that he's only 2. I think he still has a baby face, but I can sort of see their point. He reminds me of a gorilla. Not because he's hairy, but he looks like a tiny version of Mr Universe. He has really broad shoulders, skinny waist and hardly any baby fat on him. We're potty training at the moment, which means he's not worn pants for about a month. I'm concerned that he seems to be actually developing an aversion to pants (well, clothes in general, actually); stripping off at every available opportunity. Please reassure me that this is normal, and he's not going to grow up to be a nudist or a stripper (not that there's anything wrong with either, but family gatherings would be awkward for me, and 'Take your kid to work' day would be awkward for his hypothetical future kids). The potty training is going well. Better than I expected, actually (he's almost as stubborn as his older sister). Fingers crossed it continues that way!

We're decorating at the moment. This means we've stripped all the paper from the back room, having not yet decided what to replace it with. Husband and I have gotten as far as glossing all the woodwork, now we're up to the 'arguing about what to cover the walls' with phase. I will win. The kids get their stubborn streak from me.

Well, that was pretty mundane, but I've been sick, dosed up on medication and had weird sleeping patterns for three days, so I have brain fog. I'm going to start updating regularly again. I promise!

Crazy mother