And so much has been changing with the kids, particularly Chicky.
Little Miss is a bee's dick off 8 and becoming even more articulate. She is also developing an interest in reading which is wonderful. She's still good for a laugh too. The other day (ok, a couple of weeks ago) I had the "It's raining men" tune running through my head.
It's raining men, hallejulah.
It's raining man, amen.
After singing the chorus a few times Little Miss intercedes :- "Man, that must hurt!"
Monkey has been a total pain in the arse. Mummy obsessed; clings to me like a beep beep turd. His non verbal communication has improved but still not his speech. His latest contribution to the plight of my own amusement is the cockroach story, and boy have we milked that one.
"So how about the cockroach then..."
"Oooo!" [points to ceiling] [gobbledy goop] "tuck" (with a silent ck)
Chicky is pulling himself up onto everything (particularly me) and beginning to cruise. He now has 7 teeth and is so cute and yummy I think we'll have to eat him for Christmas dinner. Still stinks though.
