Nutella Yes, I can imagine her writing that.
To be fair, I used to be the same until DH corrupted me with his spendthrift ways.
(Tbh anyone would look like a spendthrift compared to my family.)
I was convinced that DD1 was going to be a boy, maybe because I was secretly hoping for a girl (although I know I would have been thrilled to have a boy too once he was actually born) - also, I'd been told in Germany that the baby looked more likely to be a boy, so was
to be told by the sonographer in the US that she was 99% certain that it was a girl. I'd have quite liked the surprise of finding out at the birth, but just couldn't contain my curiosity!
Gator Ah, I remember those days of trying to get a nappy onto a crawling baby.
I really struggled with boys' names and am still not wildly enthusiastic about DS's full name, but he only ever gets call by the shortened version in English, which I do like. 
hupa As much as the constant squabbling drives me mad, I often find it easier when at least two of them are at home - if there's just one, they'll often complain that they don't have anyone to play with (DS in particular would nag me to phone up a friend to come and play; I'm obviously not good enough
).
My child-free afternoon was lovely as I spent virtually all afternoon in town with a friend; we met for ice cream followed by shopping followed by coffee. I didn't manage to get anything done round the house, as I'd hoped, but that can wait until this afternoon - they're all going to a friend's house, although it's DS's first time there so I don't know how long he'll want to stay.
Have spent about half the morning redoing two tax returns, which I managed to mess up first time round
and which are going to cost us ???. The only silver lining is that I discovered my mistake before the tax office did. Have also only just realised that the lowest tax rate here is 36.5%. 