Pushing Buttons and Boundaries

J has worked out that she hasn’t got to stay in her bed. She knows we’d like her to stay in it but if she stands up and walks around she looks at us as if to say, "Really what are you going to do about it - put me to bed early? Mwhahaha." It seems that lately, seeing what we're going to do about it is part of the fun. She’s calling our bluff. The other day I walked into J's room, assuming she'd be asleep as she had been quiet for ages, and she was stood in the middle of her room wearing a life jacket and holding a slightly deflated dingy under her arm.

How to name a vagina.

J has become a mixture of ever more charming and increasingly more insulting as she has learned to speak. We go from being offered cups of tea to being pointed at naked while she cackles. J's topics of conversation are often far from ideal for public consumption.

Forever Ballooning Body

This is not something I have told many people. It's a bit of an embarrassing story to tell anyone but for the sake of supplying an open and honest blog, so we can get to know each other, I'm willing to share.

Ping-pong singlton

I did a very irritating maneuver when I was pregnant. I even knew it was annoying as I was pressing the send button but, for some weirdo reason, I couldn’t stop myself.