Evening all. Missed me much
? Ahhhh go-wan.... say you have.... just so as I feel popular like 
Been having a quick flick through all the updates, and sounds like everyone has been busy... but may I just say Leni I'm thinking you take the prize here. From what I gather you have in the space of less than a month had your mate chuck eggs on national TV and get her mugshot on the yahoo home page... apprehended a burglar... been propositioned by Russell Brand, and had him request to share in your DS's lunch.... name changed and bought a flat
. The rest of us in comparison have been more or less sitting on our ar5es contemplating our navels babies!
In my defence though I have just managed a trip to Devon and back, and negotiated two days under the same roof as my hyper active parents, which is a feat in itself. Getting away for a break was the best - for those yet to try it, I can definitely recommend. Babies are natural travellers as
- they sleep in cars.... much better than they sleep anywhere else.... and there is nothing quite so cute as travelling in the back seat holding hands with a sleeping baby
- they make friends everywhere they go. The worselet only needed to cast a sneaky smile in the direction of a few old ladies and she was surrounded by devoted hangers on.
- they don't care if the holiday cottage has fleas. Mummy cared.... daddy cared.... I'd like to think the cottage owners would have cared... but babies... Nah. So long as their bed is kept off the floor (which believe me it was) they have no clue
- They regard every outing as an educational experience, soaking up sights and sounds like little sponges, before falling sound asleep.... for hours.
So there you have it, if you want a rest, go away.
Other than that, well much as everyone else on here... good days, and bad, with lots of smiles, gurgles, shouting at daddy (mini-worse that is, not me.... although I may have been tempted
), and the milestone that is the 16 week growth spurt. I am soooo glad the tiddler is drinking the evil powdered stuff these days, as I'm not sure my boobs would cope. To say she is hungry would be like calling a giraffe a tad taller than average.
Well, I'm off to collapse in a corner bed now. Nightie night, wishing you all good sleeps, and no feeds.