Moving along...

I hate cars. At what point did we think giving up the horse was a good idea?

Why is it on a roundabout the other drivers go out of their way not to signal, speed up as you enter and if they see a baby shade, 'baby on board' sign or anything remotely suggesting you are a driving mother that they can drive faster and more arrogantly? Wink at me all you want but if you drive like a prat I will follow suit like a road enraged nutter. Ahem,

driving fun aside though...

I feel like Lucy has been teething and dribbling since I met her, mostly because she has but as she approaches a year and a half there is pretty much a full set of chops there.

I can't help but wonder will she be a dentist?

A holiday equals a cold and there you go...

Every return from holiday equates to a cold, perhaps even flu in equal measure.

This year we have decided not to move to the land of cactus and tumbleweed. It would seem we are happier watching our money go down the Brown skid pan. But when that pan contains a significant amount of family and friends I think I can say it was a 'safe bet'. For now anyway...

In the meantime Lucy has a cold like no other (apart from the last one) and reminds us of how she can keep us awake for nights on end despite her hierarchy in the house being on the bottom rung.

Next to the dog and the cat and the goldfish Lucy is the top dawg - very closely followed by the houseowners...

I love being a parent to a toddler. You can feel clever, almost genius like without ever having to explain why or in the worst case senario - why not.

Parenthood...bring it on. I would smash Jeremy Kyle and his Chavchat.