30 September 2008
Another women's shirt in the shop today. It's proving impossible to take half-decent shots of me lately, with my ever-increasing waistline (huh, waistline?). That and the fact that every time the self timer light goes, Lucy rushes into the shot giggling hysterically. I try sucking in for the photos, but even that does no good now, plus I get a kick from within for my selfish efforts.
28 September 2008
And this is Hobson's real girlfriend (of a good 6-7 years), Clencie. She is an astonishing 24 (human) years old. That fact that her head is practically bald makes her look positively antique, but I fear Hobson was the culprit here - his feverish preening of her resulted in him plucking feathers, and I think they just gave up growing. I adopted Clencie when she was around 12 years old. Up until then she lived in the smallest box imaginable with only one side open to the world. They called her Vanity as they found she just stared in the mirror all day. She has been living a fruitful life for the past 12 years, and hopefully she has a few more Christmas's in her. She's the dearest old bird. Hobson is around 8-10 yrs old by the way. Younger man, go Clencie!
23 September 2008
Lucy's cot actually converts to a bed, so a couple of days ago I got tinkering (the sight of the cot on its side was quite upsetting to Lucy) simply removing the front sliding part to reveal, voila, her new bed. At least until her sister comes along....which will be around February next year. Yes, I'm pregnant and the scan yesterday confirmed we are having another Lucy. I could have sworn it was to be a boy, so was rather surprised. Obviously my motherly intuition needs refining! And who said horizontal stripes made you look bigger... hmm.