Just keep swimming…

Feels like these boxes will NEVER go away! How the ******** did i get so much stuff???? Anyway. Things are “getting” straight; we’ve got the dishwasher and washing machine working, a nice room all sorted with just our dining table and all our books in it. No tv or anything and it feels really nice. Its still got floor space so we have put the brio in there for Ammi and Moo, who seem like it the most. I’m also going to put all their pens, paper and stuff and bean bags in there so they can draw at the table and slump to read too.

The big room is coming on – we have “everything” in there – computers, tv, dvd and sofas, so its a real family room that we are all likely to be in together. There is a cupboard off the kitchen stuffed with craft stuff and by the end of the week we should have lampshades, coat hooks and toy shelves all back together. The garden is mowed and cleared and we are getting some top soil delivered to make flower beds. The new patio is lovely and really warm so the pots of herbs should be lovely and fragrant on it.

Moo and i went out to Homebase today and bought new toilet seats together, since issues were threatening over one that was split and one that was “too bumpy” (???????) – anyway, i figured that the quickest way to nip that in the bud was to take her out ot choose new ones and it seems to have done the trick. She’s also very pleased to have new flannels (dirt on flannel issues have been rearing up recently) and squashy bath mats! I haven’t yet figured out how to squash the new “duvet muct be completely square and cover all showing bits of sheet” one but my friend suggested giving her a double duvet which i might try f it doesn’t dissolve on its own. Otherwise she has handled the move pretty well.

Ammi has moved into a bed and is doing okay – the first few nights she was shut in and slept through but the last few we have left her door open and she has come into our room, so she is shut in again tonight – i suspect she half wakes up, sees the girls light and potters out – so if its dark i hope there won’t be an issue. I never leave her to cry anyway, so if she yells i can get her. She was SO proud of her bed though – dear little face just beamed with grown-upness!

I seem to have a serious amount of sewing projects on – the worst of which is definitely a nearly 5 metre wide, 2 1/2 metre deep window to somehow curtain! Eeep! Then there are the gypsy skirts i promised Fran and the HESFES fleece jamas. ARGH!!!!!

Yesterday was a really nice day- very warm and sunny so we went to Ferry Meadows and met up with J&J and their 3 – J is going to be this babes other godmother and along with Kate is my longest standing friend in Pboro – although we see less of each other now as our middle little ones nursery sessions overlap in the middle of the day and make meeting up over the distance we live impossible really. All the kids played in “the woods”, we had a picnic and a long walk and a session at the playground. Ferry Meadows has the outline of a Roman barn thing marked out in it and they all played in that for ages. Pboro was a massive Roman area, i had no idea really! Apparently the equivalent of Birmingham in Roman Britain with a huge pottery industry.

Aside from that Moo got obssessive about “rescuing” the large number of ants who are currently delighted we have moved in and made homes and roads for them and Fran sat glued to Classic FM tv. Not sure what Limpet Lugs did but she seemed tired at the end of the weekend so i daresay she was okay.

Today poured with rain so aside from a sunday dinner and Moo and me going shopping it was a pottering day. On the other hand Moo had chocolate milk which was quite an achievement – thank you Poppy!

I am getting more worried about the fact that everytime i put away pink baby clothes i start howling that if this is a boy then they won’t get used again. I don’t mind at all if this is a boy, i think i would quite like it – but i don’t honestly know if i am going to feel “done” when its here – and i know Max will. When will i know – when its born, when its a year old? Should i know now? The thought of this being the last time just makes me howl – in fact i’m howling just typing this! I sort of feel like having small children is my job description and once i have my last i am just on a countdown to being redundant in 18 years time. Its all i ever wanted to do. I’m not even sure if i have done the definitive good job of it yet. Everyone, except my HE friends, but everyone else i know is just starting and i know its gonig to kill me when my sister has more or my friend Anne has hers or whatever. Heigh ho.

Did have a nice long chat to Anne (oldest friend bar one and Fran’s godmother) tonight and am going to organise a trip up to the Armouries with her.

Enough… too much writing….