The thing about breastfeeding a toddler is....

....they talk. A lot. Like yesterday, when The Boober came running up. "What do you want honey?" I asked. "Boob" she responded.

Or just now, as she tried to eat a carrot and have boobie at the same time, which resulted in her pulling off and pronouncing "carrot boobie"

Or the other week, when she announced to a delivery man, "My mummy has big big boobies full of boobie milk".

Love you, Boober xxx

Today I learned

that even though he has a faux hawk, Wil Anderson is still really really sexy

Last night I slept on the wrong side of the bed

Due to the injury, and the fact that we have small people who end up in our bed every night, Husband and I swapped sides of the bed last night. Was slightly disconcerting. Fortunately The Boober managed to work out that dad was in my spot without trying to coax any boobie juice out of him, and made her way over to me.

At least if I'm a grumpy old bastard today, I have an excuse...

Today, my husband cut off a large part of his finger

Yes, just as I was feeling very organised, had done the washing, cleaned the kids' bathroom, mopped the dining room floor and was about to knuckle down to some study, the phone rang.



"Hi Clare, it's Lovely Receptionist from the Company Your Husband Works for. He's had a little accident. On a saw. He's at the hospital - he's ok, but we're a bit worried about his fingers....."



Right.

Deep Breath. All plans for day out of window.

Ring the hospital.

"He's still waiting to be seen, if you call back in an hour we'll have a better idea"

Right. So it can't be that bad. He hasn't been rushed to surgery.

Except he wasn't waiting to be seen. He was being seen, by 8 million doctors and plastics registrars. He's cut the whole pad of his middle finger of his left hand off. It's pretty nasty.

We go see the plastics guy next week to see whether they will try to fix it.