This is my neglected blog about my neglected son Oliver. He’s enjoying things, however, as he’s being left to his own devices while the adults stew and stress about houses and jobs. He’s in a completely un-childproofed house with lots of things to eat that should not be injested, nooks and crannies to discover, and different floor surfaces to crack his head on. Yes, there are bruises, but he’s having a good time.
(at least he’s dressed in these!!)
Mark and I can barely manage to keep things together right now, and we’re both unemployed and are meant to have all the time in the world on our hands. And we only have one kid. (Okay, the dog and the cat are also there to be taken care of).
Today my dear friends Sandy and Richie produced child number FOUR, a daughter named Savannah. They are completely insane to be having so many children, but you know what, they are damn good at being parents and running family home on one income. Also, they have a dog and TWO cats so Mark and I have no excuse whatsoever to be so useless. I think they are fantastic. Of course, any more children and my head would explode, so let’s please not start discussing when the next one is coming along.
All you pregnant friends out there, and there are so many (Samantha, Jamie, Grace, Maria…hmm, that can’t be it – oh yeah Sandy up until 9am this morning), I love you but I also think you are a little mental, whether it’s number one, two or three on the way.