Ok, all caught up! 
Is it weird that I'm a bit 
at all the bridesmaids dramas? I've never been close enough to anyone to be an adult bridesmaid. I was for my aunt as a teenager but there were no great dramas as far as I know. I want bridezilla stories!
I'm also extremely of all the growing bumps round here! I'm getting super broody again, not helped by my best friend having the cutest little girl I know. She's 18m & has only recently grown hair long enough to clip back & I spent all my time around her just itching to adjust her cute little clips but not doing it when anyone's watching because I don't want my friend to think I'm trying to steal her baby. I totally would given half a chance! 
Zero chance of any more DC for me at the moment... literally zero. I'm starting to feel like DH only wanted sex for the purposes of child-production & now we've got the 2 he wanted he's not interested. 
Long update on Calf... We're still in the process of getting him a diagnosis. He had a play therapist come to observe him in nursery before Christmas & she arranged to meet him a few days beforehand which meant we could prepare him. He went in absolutely fine in the morning & was fine at home afterwards but everyone commented on how "tired" he seemed while at nursery. The play therapist decided to observe him again because he'd "not been himself". I suspected her presence was the reason for his weird behaviour so we thought it might be a good idea to not tell him she was coming this time & see how he responded to that. He was apparently a lot more his normal self while at nursery but as soon as he came out the door I could tell something was wrong. He was like a wild animal for the rest of the day - if I didn't know better I'd have thought he was high! 
It's completely typical of him though, any stressful situation & he'll either go blank until it's over or he'll get through it & go manic afterwards. Not sure where we go next with the process though because the SALTs have bounced his referral back as not being within their remit because he'd be seen by some other community team but they're not planning on seeing him either. I'll get DH to chase them later this week because we've not heard anything for a while.
He's been difficult ever since that day & it's getting on for a month now. Most evenings are a battle to get him down. It's so frustrating - we'd just got them used to sleeping in the same room & it was going really well & now we've had to move Runt back to the cot in our room just so he can get some sleep & we don't have to worry about Calf hurting him. He just goes completely manic & will fling anything he can get his hands on or just flail at us if we get close. A couple of weeks ago he spent over an hour throwing duplo at me & laughing about killing me. That night broke me. Tonight wasn't much better but at least DH was here & dealing with most of it. Nearly broke both of us though. It's just so difficult to not know how best to keep him safe when he gets like that. 
Runt's a little bundle of joy most of the time though so that's nice... except for every other 5 minutes when I ask him to do something super difficult like walk a couple of steps to stand near me & then he does a comedy fist clenched jumping tantrum while groaning "I caaaaaan't". It's ridiculously cute but I don't think laughing at him helps his mood much! I'm starting to get a little concerned about his language development though. I think it's probably just that I compare him to Calf who was always precocious speech-wise. He uses short sentences but often it seems more like a string of words than a grammatical sentence & he just doesn't seem to have the same interest in pronunciation as Calf. If Calf mispronounces something & I say it back to him then he'll notice the difference & repeat the word while staring at my lips until he gets it right. Runt just repeats what he said originally while looking a bit bemused. It does mean he comes out with much cuter things than Calf did though. I've been trying to figure out who "Johnny" is that Runt's started talking about - turns out it's "Johnny Baptist", aka John the Baptist! Now that I've figured it out Calf has started correcting him & getting cross that he can't say it properly. It's our biggest cause of strife between them at the moment. I'm regularly getting bellowed at because "Runt says..." which is mostly down to Calf's interpretation or inability to realise that repeatedly saying "it's not yours, it's mine" is always going to be met with "yes, 'mine'"...
Other random news from the last couple of months... I was sick over Christmas. DH & DCs had it just before that & at one point the only place Calf wanted to be was asleep under DH's chair at the dining room table while DH was working from home! We thought I'd escaped it because it'd been nearly a week since everyone else had been ill but I started throwing up at about 4am on Christmas eve... which was coincidentally the day we were supposed to be travelling to PIL's for our first Christmas with them. I'm still not convinced they don't think I did it on purpose. We ended up travelling on Christmas morning & I quarantined myself for much of the visit. I had a whale of a time watching DVDs, being waited on & eating chocolates because that's the only thing I could face eating! I keep telling DH I'm going to lick raw chicken just before we see PILs every time from now on!
The only-wanting-chocolate aspect totally did for my diet though. I'd been so good at not craving sweet things & eating more healthily that I'd lost over a stone. My weight loss has plateaued since Christmas & I've put on a few pounds now, my sweet tooth has returned.
DSis's kidney transplant is pencilled in for June, although she's still in denial about it. Our dad is on track for being her donor. She's at uni at the moment doing a PGCE but she had to take time off just before Christmas because of severe anaemia. She had IV iron & has some of her energy back but she's still rather pale & grey looking. Thankfully her next placement is at a school within commuting distance from DPs so she can live at home & be looked after for a while. She still won't discuss it unless absolutely necessary & will go completely blank if it's mentioned in front of her. Add to that my foster sister's issues with nearly teenage DNiece & my ailing DGM & my mum's so stressed that I'm worried about her health.
Aside from all that.... Life's not too bad at the moment! We've taken Calf out of nursery now to HE & he's thanked me several times & said how much he loves learning at home! I was a little worried about how he'd react but apparently he seemed fine all morning on his last day there & when it was home time he couldn't wait to get out the door! Usually he had to be chivvied along & kept me waiting ages while he was finding the cup/wellies he'd only just been given. Mostly we're just doing everyday type things with him but occasionally I'll sit him down & practice writing letters or something. He thinks this is hilarious & calls me "Mrs Teacher" but gets bemused when I call him "Mr Student" - "I'm not Mr Student, I'm Calf!" He makes me smile when he doesn't get things like that, like the time Runt & I were talking like Clangers to each other & Calf wanted to talk like a Clanger to us but have us talk normally in response! I guess he wanted to join in with the fun but was worried he didn't understand us!
Hmm... I should probably go to bed at some point... DH has been snoring on the sofa for over 2 hours now!
I've missed you all! 