I don’t put many family photos up on the blog, but every so often one comes along and sums us up so well that I can’t resist.
It was DorkyDad’s birthday this week.
DorkySon insisted on taking the morning off nursery. Then we had to go out and buy cake, balloons, party hats, candles, napkins, champagne, flowers…
It is hard to have a low key birthday when you live with a three year old.
Happy Birthday, DorkyDad.
Have a balloon, why don’t you…
*Waves hello*
It has been a bit quiet around here, eh?! I hope you enjoyed some of the lovely guest posts I had scheduled over the last couple of weeks though. We’re now just getting back into our normal routine after some nice time away
We headed up to Harris first to visit some of my family, and had a great time.
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Today’s lovely post is from Lindsey, aka Dexter’s Mum. You can find lovely Lindsey blogging here and tweeting here.
This time last year we were all set for the imminent arrival of baby K-D. All the baby equipment was new and shiny. The OH was minus bags under his eyes and I had lovely pert boobs. I had read and digested nearly every baby book known to man, even reading aloud the bits that I thought were relevant to the OH (most of the books) and he loved this (not much). With every purchase came a huge cupboard box and a hefty instruction manual, each in at least 58 languages. We made a folder, titled it “baby instructions” and put all the booklets in the for future reference.
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