Babies, babies and some babies too.

I am feeling VERY pregnant today. I'm now so big that I have to squish the Bun a little to pick up and put down the girls, and I think I need to officially put all the shoes with laces into early retirement. Its daggy uggboats and slip-ons from here on in.

Unfortunately the girls are still not walking and have just entered that ultra clingy please-mum-carry-me-everywhere phase. I've had to become a bit of a hard arse and just let them cry a bit. Jess and I however have a great way worked out of getting across the house on the floor boards. She sits on her bum and I waddle along behing her pushing her forward with my feet. We are both highly amused by this.

I think there are only about 8 weeks left now until the Bun is here, and the closer we get to the due date the more time the T-man is spending interstate on buisness. He got back from a 2 day buisness trip on Friday night and is leaving again on Wednesday. The Wednesday trip is a one day thing. Leave on a flight to Mount Gambier before the sun comes up and get home hopefully sometime before midnight. Then on Sunday night he flies out again and comes back late Tuesday night. Heaven help me if I get bored and want to leave the house while he's away. The front tyre of the stroller exploded on Sunday so we aint goin nowhere.

Okay enough complaining. Good news. Um, T-man is applying for a job in Canberra which would be beyond awesome if he actually got.
My parking skills are improving slightly, but there will be plenty of time to practice. I think I need about another 25 hours (including night driving) of practice before I can even apply for my P plates.

And

And I took a huge step (well a huge step for me anyway) and I let someone watch the girls for the first time, for a couple of hours. I have been so scared to let someone baby sit because even their own father has trouble keeping up with them. But, they survived and so did I. It may even happen again.

Oh....wait.....baby.....hospital....right.

In that case it will definately happen again.

The boy has been in Melbourne for the past 3 days. He should be finally walking through the door sometime this hour. I can't wait to see him. I also can't wait to have help again. I officially have sympathy for all those single parents out there. I think the fact that I can't drive made it just a little more painful, it make being housebound really literal (did that make sense).

The funny part is that I didn't miss the help with the girls as much as having an actual adult to talk to.

Anyway, I cant wait to see my boy again and I can't wait to hear the squeals of glee when he wakes the girls up in the morning. They love their Daddy more than anyone. Whenever he walks in the door after work it's like he's a superhero.

Well gotta, I have a particularly stinky load of diapers to go wash.