I can't possibly let myself join Facebook. I am already an avid addict of MySpace, this thread (I am actually really disciplined and refuse to join other Mumsnet threads, like the antenatal ones, because I know I'll get sucked in) and now, thanks to the link a couple of weeks ago, I follow the lady with six children at mom2my6pack.blogspot.com
That consists of an hour every other day on the internet and I have no more time!
Oh my......... dt2 (who has been making a real effort the past couple of weeks to talk and communicate - yey!) just came to me and said 'Mummy, dinnertime!'
'Not yet, sweetheart,' I said 'Are you hungry?' He looked at me, pointed at the kitchen and said 'Dinnertime! Egg time! C'mon mummy' and took my hand.
'How sweet' I thought, 'he's probably put the plastic food on the table as a picnic for me.'
No no. There, on the table, just for me, in a bowl, with no mess around it or on his hands, was an egg, cracked open but with both halves of the shell floating on it. He proudly sat me down and said 'Egg time!'
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