We had Dad's birthday on Friday night and mobbed the house. There was roast meats for dinner and a lot of wine. Alex was home from Oxford for the weekend, we finally dragged Abel along to a proper family function, Noah and Dad taught the twins how to rhumba, and at ten in the evening I had a nap on the couch and my father drew on my faceReal mature ( Read more... )

Noah's on the mend, or at least, he had his hundred years of sleep while I got all thorny (?). That was a weird and shitty attempt at fairy tale referencing. Then I had to go and explain it and take away any chance it had of being hilarious. His lung collapsed again and Cassandra spent last night in paediatrics on oxygen because she has pneumonia ( Read more... )

It's been exhausting, this week (this month), so exhausting that I can barely type and I should crawl into bed where it is properly warm and where there is a Noah because he is sensible and going to bed at a Reasonable Hour but I am technically on baby duty tonight because it means he's on duty in the morning which means I get to Sleep In ( ( Read more... )

sos

gps my phone

In seventeen days Phoebe and Cassandra are going to be one year old ( Read more... )

I said whooooose hoooouse? Ooooour hooooouse! Whooose hooouse? Oooouur house!!

That house? We went to see the other day? With the sunshine? And the bricks?

(What is with these questions, Daria? Okay...)

I'm going to put an offer on it, because it sits there in the back of my mind going live in me, liiive in me and, holy crap, the twins need their own room. They were chatting to themselves while I was sleeping in a bit and ( Read more... )

Dad came home today ( Read more... )

It's seven o'clock. Both the twins are in bed.

At the same time. Asleep. Together.

Oh my holy fuck please let this last. Sleep all night, sleep all night, for the love of my sanity please sleep all night...