Eviction notice served – it’s twin time
At 19 weeks pregnant and already the size of a pensioners bungalow I waited excitedly in the hospital for my first scan. I was tired of hearing comments on my …
At 19 weeks pregnant and already the size of a pensioners bungalow I waited excitedly in the hospital for my first scan. I was tired of hearing comments on my …
Twin boy, girl and I have been trying to understand feelings this afternoon.
They seem to have a grasp on it as twin boy likes to express his vocally at any given moment and is prone to Oscar winning performances over the tiniest thing. A refusal of a biscuit before teatime can lead to dramatic swoons followed by Oscar winning hysterics and heartrending pleas.
I am handing in my notice.
I have been doing this job for nearly five years but to be honest it is time for me to hand over the ropes to someone else. The day to day job is ok but the hours are rubbish I always do twelve hour shifts at least and the occasional night shift.
My name is Owen; mummy writes about me sometimes, this is my blog debut. I have had to hijack mummy’s blog as I don’t know how to set one up myself – I am only four.
I remember when we decided to have a baby, the batteries on the alarm clock had ran out and rather than buying some new ones, myself and he who helped create them thought it would be make good financial sense to have a baby which would guarantee we would never sleep past 7am again (ever).