It was my five year wedding anniversary recently. I know instantly this raises the question of how do I have two six year olds?
I feel duty bound to confess that I was guilty of biting the apple of seduction before I ensnared he who helped create them into making me his lawful wife.
It was one of those days where it was so cold I could see my own breath when I exhaled and I watched memorised as the tendrils of air sailed out of my mouth and into the atmosphere.
Nine weeks and three days remaining…
Not that I am counting.
BB and the spica cast are coming along nicely, life is slowly returning to normal again, well as normal as life in our house can ever be.
He who helped create them took Twin girl and BB out for a walk yesterday to allow me some peace and quiet to sort out our tea. I tried to focus on peeling and chopping vegetables, but before long I found myself wielding a chipped wooden sword fighting a short shaggy haired pirate who was armed with glow in the dark light sabre.
Abandoning the carrots I pivoted on my heels and jabbed the air mercilessly around my son
A Brazilian anyone?