Like there was any doubt I wouldn't... hee hee.
Everything was fine, I've just been too lazy to post. Plus I've taken on the enormous task of sorting through the kids outgrown clothes and I'm trying to figure out what I want to keep and what I want to sell/swap. I've gone through M's 2T-3T clothes (yes, my 3 year old is in 5-6, little giant) but I haven't gone through the baby clothes. Mostly because I know I'm going to have a rough time, since I love most of M's baby clothes. She had some cuuuute outfits... And I have to figure out what to do with P and J's stuff, do I save the 12month and up for J? I'll probably just keep what I love, trash what's too gunked up to sell, and sell/swap the rest, hopefully.
What else... oh, M has a new obsession of sorts. My Little Pony. Yep, a blast from the past... wish mum hadn't junked all mine, M would looooove how many I'd had! heheheh. P is still into trains and cars, in fact that'll probably be his new bedding. J just loves anything really. Well, except rice cereal. We got the go ahead to start solids with him, so he's had rice cereal twice now. Both times he's more fascinated with the bowl than the stuff in it. Last night we looked like we were doing a copy of The Incredibles, me making all the funny faces the mom makes when she's trying to feed Jack Jack. It works though, he stopped spitting most of it out, and started kind of copying me. Woo!
J had his six month check up on Monday, he's now 17lbs 13oz, 27in, and his head is a whopping 46.1cm. Over the 95th percentile, baby! I cracked up when I heard that. I make long, big headed babies, what can I say. She proclaimed him very healthy, very vocal and very cute. Durr. Then he got his shots. Five. Ouch. Two in each leg and one in the arm. I made CJ go in with him, and I heard him when he felt the shots. He was piiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed. He wasn't upset, he was just plain mad at the nurse and at CJ. You could almost hear him thinking "ooooh, if I could talk you do *not* want to know the words I would be using right now..." Then the door opened and he saw me and he immediately started whimpering for me. Oh, stroke my mummy ego, go on. He's doing fine now, seems like the after effects of the shots have gone away.
If anyone wants a good laugh, go to youtube and watch Jeff Dunham with his ventriloquist acts. Oh my gosh, we wasted the morning laughing hysterically at the videos on there.