Ebay-aholics Anonymous?

Oh dear. The reason for my serious lack of recent bloggage - quite apart from having two young nippers - is my serious and growing addiction to Ebay. So far I am the proud owner of:

- One pink silk cami top from Boden (oh yes) for the princely sum of £5.00
- One cot bumper
- One set of train track and four trains - a bargain at 99p. Just a shame the postage was £5.50!!
- And my most proud purchase so far, a set of six Bob the Builder Brio compatible vehicles for £15... those of you out there in the know will understand my excitement over this particular coup.

I have bids outstanding of course. I have a sudden need to buy CDs of all the old albums I had on tape including Home by the Hothouse Flowers. Remember them? Sade is also on my list as is a well-loved Toby Brio train (see above point four).

But it doesn't end there. Oh no. I am also obsessed with selling. Anything from old perfumes to breast pumps. I am now looking at everything in our house with a completely new set of eyes. Do we need it? Could I make any money out of it? N better beware - his bike and psychology books are not safe anymore.

I'm sure there must be a support group out there somewhere. I check My Ebay at every opportunity, often on the pretext that I need to change one of the kid's nappies upstairs. Oh what a sad life.

Aside from all this, we are well. O is now sleeping in a bed and has only fallen out twice! Very proud of our little man. Not so good is his incredible clinginess with me which has only come about in the last couple of weeks. Poor N does not cut the mustard any more (whoever made up that phrase?!). It's lovely to be needed, but not when there's a baby chomping at your boob...

F is six months in ten days or so and I cannot believe how fast it's gone. Here she is in her first swing today... those ears...!

Tis done...

The naming ceremony was a great success, despite last minute authoring and panics over catering. We had the most glorious weather, the cake looked lovely (tasted less so, but that's life), O and F scrubbed up well and N and I didn't look too bad either! N's mum made it all the way from France and lots of other family and friends joined us for a memorable day. It wasn't quite as emotional as I'd expected - I think my mind was on the logistics more than the content which was a bit of a shame. But looking back at the photos and re-reading the words made me realise how glad I am that we marked the children's arrival formally.

We now have a summer of weekends ahead of us with very little booked in the diary! Must get on the phone and book up to see friends. We also want to try and explore the west country a bit more, particularly as it looks as though my sister is going to move to Devon. Hurrah! We might follow there ourselves in a couple of years, but that's another story!

Sorry for short post, but still catching up on sleep. Nothing much going on - F is now loving her food which is great and is sleeping better which is even more great. O's language is bouncing along to the point where he's now saying 'What's that called Mummy?' about far too many things! He really is a poppet. Mwah mwah for now xx

Baby rice and other delights

Yes, the time has come for solid food for our little girl. Having been sleeping pretty well before we went to Cornwall, F has now taken to waking up in the middle of the night again and guzzling boobie juice. So, I'm preparing myself for weeks of mushing various fruits and vegetables in an attempt to get her to sleep through the night!

Our first effort wasn't particularly successful. F pulled a face very similar to the one I pull if I eat something too sharp... not impressed. In fact, most of the slop was pushed out with her little tongue. Thankfully, I'm not stressing as I did with O as I know it's just a matter of time before she'll be scoffing mini cheddars like the rest of us. (Whoops, I've just revealed what an evil mother I am letting my son eat hydrogenated-fat-soaked mini cheddars.)

Other news...

We had a fab week in Cornwall and really didn't want to leave. We had the option to stay an extra night with N's aunt and incredibly un-PC husband and their pals - they were just starting their holiday as we left. We bottled it in the end - it promised to be a late night as said relatives enjoy their grog and, as the only people there with children, we had visions of a sleepless night. Still, one day we'll be able to do spontaneous things again!

The naming ceremony for the kids is a mere ten days or so away and we still haven't written a word of it! Heck. No doubt it will all come together in time. Which reminds me, I must order the cake!

Must dash as I've got to mix up more baby slop before going to pick O up from nursery. Then it's baby jabs for F and coil check-up for me this afternoon. Oh the joys of being a full-time mum. At least I might get to see a bit of the Murray match at Wimbledon...!