Hello. Long time, no see. What have you been up to? Me? Nothing much. Busy, you know how it is. Let me tell you a little bit about it.
You'll remember that B and I have two children. N, who is 4 and S, who is 18 months. Well, there is another on the way. Due in August. Which is both very exciting but also quite scary. For one thing, once you have three children you've run out of arms, unless you're an octopus of course. Not being an octopus, and only having the normal number of arms, I am concerned about what is going to happen once we have our third and I am left an arm short. There have been a number of occasions when I have been grateful for the fact that I can tuck a child under each arm. Usually when I have decided that enough is enough and some daddyesque authority needs to be meted out. This is often because I have found myself submerged by children, one of whom is now old enough to know that if she can get her fingers inside my slippers I am guaranteed to shriek like an old woman and thrash wildly until the fingers come out. The other one, thankfully, isn't old enough to know this yet, but he is old enough to know that if N is doing that then he can cause the most havoc by charging over and landing on my stomach.
