Aye Sweetpea fucking 4th trimester? Well this must be the 5th trimester then surely?!
O is still very much like a newborn with his sleeping and now he is feeding patterns. I guess it's normal.
Actually. He was fucking easier as a newborn. 
I'm in a crappy old mood. DP and DS1 are really really winding me up. DS1 for not helping when he should be doing and doing the opposite of every single thing I say to him. And DP for being a lazy dirty cunt. Grrrrr. He 'cleaned' the kitchen last night. He must have used a fucking sweet potato, some carrots, and gravy, oh and perhaps some ketchup to clean with then. The house has a full layer of dog hair on everything and to top things off, instead of putting any surplus rubbish in the shed til it gets taken to the tip, he must have decided in his fucking wisdom to put it all in a bin bag, and leave it outside by the bins. Well. I opened the back gate to be greeted by disgusting filth, rubbish, and god knows what littered everywhere. I assume it was our dog. He fucking knows we have a dog. A dog who likes to eat whatever she can get her claws in to. Can you get any more stupid?
On a positive note, I took them swimming, and we went to a warmer pool. O loved it! Those 2 degrees made a big difference. Either that or he loved having his big brother with him! O was grinning away at his brother and giggling. Was lovely! Facilities not very good at the pool but fuck it. If it makes O happy, I'll cope with no family changing rooms, and crappy showers!
Also. Got Jumperoo! O loves it. Not for jumping. Just for watching the lights and listening to the music!
I'm going to put a sign at my front door saying 'Toys R Fucking Us'. Now we have in the living room... A basket of toys, swinging chair, bouncer chair, 2 play mats, bumbo, vtech walker, and a jumperoo.
Going to start moving the actual furniture out. 