Catch up time!

So, well, the main obvious thing is - no internet for ten days.  No phone either.  Thankyou Virgin.  ;)  Yees, it was an interesting week!  The internet break turned out not to be as terrible as I was expecting, and the interesting power cuts (Thankyou Eon digging up my street!) just added to the fun.  The thing about that is, the fire alarm is wired into the mains.  So it makes a little distress beep every few seconds to tell me that it's disconnected.  At not-quite-regular intervals.  I went out and told the workmen off the first time it all cut out, but otherwise just went quietly crazy.  At least it wasn't on the bitterly cold days. 

Oh yes, first frosts this week!  Think it killed my sweetcorn.  *sigh*

 Little people playing...

Hmm, let's see.  In other news, we have been to the space centre.  

Morgan ran back to look at something as we were trying to leave and we ended up with the entire security team out searching for her and me posted on the main doors "just in case".  After nearly half an hour she was found in a world of her own, she had walked all the way back up to a rocket display she had liked.  She told me later, "I wanted the rockets, but then I couldn't find the stairs again!"  The only time I have ever EVER felt that scared was sitting holding Rowan's hand while she was unconcious fighting that first infection.  I really thought I had lost her.  I'm crying writing this and I don't know entirely which baby I'm crying for.

On the subject of Rowan...  She fell of the toilet last weekend and somehow caught her eye on the cabinet.  Blood everywhere, eyelid cut open, but after four days she was so well healed that the stitches were off.  All back to normal now, but a seriously scary injury.  She is such a pickle!  She is totally refusing to use nappies, so I'm really glad it doesn't seem to have scared her off using the toilet!

Irresistable Connor Cuteness!  And a Roo too.  This is the day of the apple festival.  Park days are the best!

I'm looking through so many pictures here, and can't begin to decide what else is important.  There has been a lot of laughter and play and learning this week.  Lots of time with friends, and unexpected blessings (like being bought a new fridge-freezer by Martin's family, and Martin's pay raise - discovered only by trying to work out why he was overpaid)!

Ah, cake balls.  Cake balls are important.  And dangerous.  This was my first attempt.  They lasted less than an hour.  That is my warning to you.  Cake balls are dangerous.  Nuff said.  ;)

Here is a tired me.  Always tired.  But generally happy at the moment.  :)

Today I'm going to go round town searching all the charity shops for things that actually fit me.  Emma is coming to, to keep me on task primarily and stop me spending all the spare money on clothes for children who already have lots.  I realised last week that if I look honestly at my wardrobe, there are about six things that fit me AND I like.  About another ten that I like but don't fit, and another ten that fit but I don't like!  I actually have NO trousers.  Not one single pair.  My most recent pair of jeans died, and I am trouserless.  Well we're going to have to sort that out today at least, because the dress and the skirt in rotation are just NOT warm enough for this weather.

I restrung Roo's amber teething beads (this is their fourth incarnation after two babies have snapped two clasps and tugged too much on the tough elastic version).  And I've been knitting and crocheting lots of Christmas presents (and the cowls the babies are wearing in various pictures).

Three girls strolling down our street.  Ah they are just perfect.