I am still around, though finding the time to come on has just been beyond me recently. Dh is gone for two months and so being on my own with the four los I just haven't figured out my juggling act atm.
Babe still has yet to be named, he's 11 days old and is huge. He was weighed yesterday and is 12 pounds 1 onz. I am 5'1 and quite slight so it really must be his father's genetics. He is an angel, he is so good natured and easy going, I could spend all day snuggled up with him. My only complaint is that my breast are removable, as this guy likes to eat pretty much non stop.
dd1 has decided she hates school, hates doing anything really and has her nose out of joint about everything. I ask her please don't throw your coat on the floor, and she strops. She is 5 wishing she was 18 and out with her friends.
dd2 is dd1's mini me, but in truth really just wants to be cuddled.
and dd3 is in the midst of being two, with too much energy, too much creativity, and too little day light hours with which to pack it all into. Did you know eggs can be inserted in the hoover nozzel? They explode when mum comes along and unknowingly turns it on. Or how about the fact that when you keep telling her wee, and she puts you on the potty and is confused why you never wee, it's because actually you were peeing on clean clothes and then putting them back in the drawers.

They are wonderful blessings, but I so need four extra hands.
xx