Once a small, tiny
bundle, all you did was sleep
eat and cry - a lot.

Not so anymore!
Ok, so you still sleep, and
eat, and cry, a lot…

but where there was just
“a newborn”, now there’s a boy
who smiles, and giggles.

A little dude who’s
personality is oh
so different.

Different from your
brother. He was born blonde,
you were born so dark.

To say that is how
different you are today
puts it mildly!

The curls - OH those curls!
We’ve taken to calling you
Curly Top - it fits.

You’re such a grumpy
lil man. If you’re not happy
then my goodness

you let everyone
know!! Screams and squeals and shrieking
are your favourites!

Happy nine months my
cute lil guy! Time passes so
quickly. Gone too soon.

Ok, I warn you. At the bottom of this post will be a pic of me that may scare you. I have no makeup on, it’s the end of the day, and my arm is sore. The bruise I’m showing off is small, but it was fully visible about 5 seconds after I slammed my arm into the door handle while trying to get the cat out of our room. Damn cat. Damn door.

Did I mention I usually sleep on my right hand side? So now I can’t. Cause the lil bugger of a bruise has actually made the majority of that side of my arm sore. Like seriously - f*cking SORE.

So to keep myself busy and to try not to think of the pain, I took to the blog and tweaked it a little.

Enjoy the pinkness!

Oh, that photo? Right, heh, I almost forgot.

Yeah, circles under eyes, and shit hair that needs a wash. Don’t even mention the rubbish all around the tv n stuff… really, just don’t go there.

Time for the grumpy me to get to bed and try and sleep on the wrong side again. Grrrrrr.