Sparkly! You're alive and unscathed by rambunctious boys! You must be exhausted. Lazy day today for you, right?
Your garden sounds ace and I would love to have a go at it. Ha! Ha! That convo with your nephew had me chortling; the questions tots ask! Are your nephews on your side or DH's?
Frog! Argh! I didn't know (or had forgotten) you had a child already, and here's me trying to teach a grandmother how to suck eggs 
What is Walking Dead? I know it's supposed to be terrific but if it's zombie shite I'm not interested.
I don't understand men who haven't learned to drive. Don't understand 'em.
I always thought a home birth was what I would want, but being 42 and birthing my first child I knew I'd be silly to do it. I am so glad I didn't bother. Those 17 hours of pain were terrifying (well..fourteen of them) and I cannot imagine what I would have suffered without the epidural towards the end. What a horrible thought
Today I am skipping church because my throat is so sore and I only got to sleep at 3am. The tot had to come in with me (Giddy, I wish, I wish, I wish I had had you to talk to and to tell me I was doing the right thing). I was all: 'Aww, Baby Girl not well, huh? Mama loves Baby...shall mama sing..? The wheels on the bus go round and round...', to which she simply kept punching me in the head with Larry (the lamb) whilst laughing like a drain and taunting me with, 'Daaa-dee!'. It's not on.