I don't really want to become one of *those* bloggers, you know the kind that only post once every two months? There are gaps in my life that you won't ever know now, and I'm sorry about that.
Truth be told you haven't missed much. The last month or so I've just been whining about being 8-9 months prego and trying to scrounge up enough sympathy from Russell and the kids so I could have excuses to lay around at night and watch tv and eat the rest of my cadbury mini-eggs (I only have about 10 left, sadly, but they are still selling them on ebay if I feel the urge).
But now that the babe has emerged into this world, I must introduce him.
I'm shielding baby D from the unrelenting paparazzi that are always hounding my family and me. Leave us alone! I know we're adorable and super-exciting, but you gotta know when to let kids be kids.
Isn't it great that we all can fit on a bed and watch shows on the laptop? It's Kipper the Dog. I have never seen that show before, but it seemed to please. That, or the mesmerizing glow of any children's brainless programming.
So that is our happy news. Spring has sprung and so has my baby.