I was obsessed with cars and trucks as a young child - hated dolls and was really mean to my older sister's dolls (feel quite embarrassed and ashamed about that now, especially the poor doll who ended up covered in green felt tip pen)
Sadly, my beloved car collection was automatically handed to my younger brother without my permission and he went on to swap/give away my cars one by one 
The sewage lorry sounds quite interesting - I can still get excited about unusual vehicles (recent favourite sighting was a locomotive atop a transporter on the motorway)
Well done on the decluttering BBD and Rosie some help with the house in return for photoshoot sounds like a fab deal
I'm really up against it with DP as he has a sixth sense for detecting when I've chucked stuff and many a thing has escaped from binbags and ended up back in the house again.
Glad to hear Rosebud is better now.
Great work on the potty front from A BBD - it sounds like she's ready to at least start some sort of transition to getting out of nappies!
DD has emerged from latest illness with a few new milestones under her belt - she can now climb all of the staircases in the house, and also slide back down them fearlessly! Poor DP nearly had a heart attack trying to supervise her climbing, and the house is now an assualt course of wonky stairgates. She's also started putting the shapes in her shape sorter all on her own, and also likes having phone conversations, with quite purposeful chatter, turn taking in conversation etc. However, she's a little bit too trigger happy with the 'end call' button and cut off Granny 3 times on saturday.
Operation Lactation Cessation is in full flight now - we went cold turkey on Friday so that I could start on the drugs asap. It's been a mixed bag so far - lots of screaming and crying and the nights are especially hard as the poor thing is inconsolable. She can take formula from a cup no problem, but at certain times of the day, she wants and expects boob. Tonight I tried to distract her as much as possible at bedtime, and then she started howling for boob. I offered her a bottle (got one of those Nuby bottle/cup hybrid things) and she furiously shoved it away. So then I held it just out of her reach, and she furiously snatched it off me and popped it in her mouth. So reverse psychology is working!
Felt a bit panic-stricken about the whole thing yesterday and posted in the Feeding section, and not a single reply. Feeling a bit more confident this eve though about coping on my own. In a way, it's a bit easier doing it without DP here as he gets v anxious and stressed when she screams.
Stinking cold so off to bed now. Night night everyone