Oh yes, Cos. Cluck will confirm that weaning in this household has resulted in No Sleep At All for a few nights. Of course my baybee is charming and funny and cute, but I do not want to hear him gurgling with delight right by my ear at 3am. I'd put him in his own room, but the sodding fuckity bloody council are incommunicado on the subject of signing off our listed building consent. Every time I go into the office/phone them/email them, the right person is never about. Then when I get hold of them they tell me they are the wrong person, but the next right person isn't in till next week, etc, etc. Plus noone seems to have as bad luck with lost or late post as the council does. Funny that. 
So LG still doesn't have a bedroom to call his own.
Anyway. To add to the lovely giggly 3am LG, I also have a clever, witty and ingenious 3 year old, who has learnt to re-programme the monkey clock we bought her. Monkey opens his eyes at a time selected by the parents, we chose 7.15am. Child may not disturb parents before monkey opens his eyes. Genius daughter has learnt to change the time and has changed it to 6am. So what with no sleep till 3 and then up again at 6, I am verging on the edge of loopy atm.
Last night Clucky took me t'pub though, for a bit of grown up conversation. We had huge slabs of steak that was so nearly alive we had to tie it to the plates, with blue cheese sauce and a glass of vino tinto, all served up by our favourite gay barman. We talked horses. It was lovely.
Alps bummer you can't come to the meet, but your family would probably throw a wobbly if you blew them off to go a see women you mainly know from t'internet.
Muse and Silv my doing BLW was primarily out of laziness and an aversion to processed food. I just slapped stuff in front of TT while I ate and watched her stuff it in her mouth. It all went well till OH caught her eating cauliflower and proceeded to foist his own food weirdness on her, and she has been a picky eater since. It works out OK though - Little Chick clears up whatever TT leaves. We just can't figure out why LC is half the size of TT! With LG I am letting him ram things in his mouth (breadsticks and hummous went down well today) while occasionally spooning a bit of pureed something or other into him. His favourite food so far seems to be TT's drawing paper.
Muse of course you need a mei tai. Even if the baybee hates it, they are a lovely fashion accessory 
I have a khaki green one, a bright blue one, and a brown and light green one currently on loan to Clucky. They are fab - I find myself with LG tied to my back and the shopping in the pram quite often!
Finally, FESHes, a bit of good news chez Box. OH has discovered I have staff travel from work. It's only taken 12 years for him to realise that we can blatt around the world in luxury for relatively little money. So we have just booked our first family summer holiday - 10 days in all inclusive Carribean luxury. They have a nursery for babies and a toddlers club, for while I indulge in a bit of waterskiing followed by cocktails. And they bring you dinner in your room (with more cocktails) if your kids crash out early. Bliss! And the other good news is ma Jennie has given me an unmarked brown envelope full of used notes in exchange for being allowed to take the racehorse off my hands. Hurray! She will still be doing my mucking out in exchange for a free stable.
Phew! Can you tell LG is having a rare nap?