I love the idea of a 'man look'. Well, obviously I don't as it annoys the living fuck out of me but I like that I now have a name for it. I rarely get the rage with DH but the cry of "have you seen my . . ." Or more annoyingly "do you know where my . . . " can send me into a red mist. For that reason I have to take deep breaths when p utters "where my. . . "
Lazy as lazy things day today. P woke at 10am!! I lay in bed with my eyes closed imagining i was still asleep like I would have been pre-p. We did some tidying - again. It is like painting the bloody forth road bridge. Every single time I pack p's things away she is suddenly drawn to that very thing and insists on having it out to play with. I packed up the same little bag of hair clips and bangles about 26 times.
She has also taken to singing a little song which must come from nursery or a toddler group. It goes "hello, passme, how are you? How's that sitting next to you? Iiiiiiittt's Betty! Hello betty how are you?" And so on. She sings it all the time and spends a very long time deliberating who is sitting next to who. The best thing about it is the naming of all the people she has met recently.
I also had to google the name change but it made sense once I did. I think it suits you ixoyc
Oh, and in other news, I shared with DH my preferred girl's name for the baby wot has not even been conceived yet and his response . . . Long pause and "well, we can only hope that we don't have another girl then!"