Brrrrr!!

It has been absolutely freezing here this week, well by usual standards at least. Our house is definitely a lot warmer than the old house which, being a post-war house, had gaping holes between the floorboards to let the freezing air in. Nick has found it so cold in fact that he needed to pick up some gloves and a beanie to see him through his mornings catching the train into work. Of course Ollie thought that they looked better on him, perhaps they did, but only because he was also wearing his super gorgeous little ugg boots as well.

I have also managed to get through my first full week as a stay at home mummy. It hasn't been too tough let me tell you. It is actually only one extra day with Ollie at the moment as he is still in daycare for two days a week and will stay there until the baby is at least three months. So I find myself with a nice little mid-week weekend to myself each week. It is pretty surreal given how little time I have had to myself in the past two and a half years. I didn't quite know what to do (especially as the cleaner had been the day before and the house was lovely and tidy) but I managed to find enough to keep myself occupied. Lots of washing got done (and even folded and put away - ironing is for mugs. Not my style) and I totally redid the linen cupboard. I think I might try to do a few more decadent things over the coming weeks like go to a movie, go into work for coffee and just laze around and read books and have some time to myself before life gets really crazy around here.

In the latest on Ollie's love affair at daycare, when I went to pick him up last week he was sitting next to Madi and put his arm around her, turned to me and said "mummy, this is my girlfriend Madi". It was hilarious, and also a bit weird. I didn't think I'd have to worry about the ladies for at least a good decade.

But we did manage another outing with his girlfriend and her mum to a dancing class. Before any of the old style men out there cast judgement, it was more of a creative movement class than ballet or the like. In fact, there were more boys there than girls. Ollie was super excited when we got there and running around making dinosaur noises, but of course as soon as the music started he got all shy. He did come out of his shell a bit more and thoroughly loved doing the 'chicken dance' and generally just tearing around with the other kids. Until he slipped over and bonked his head on the floor (he is just so accident prone at the moment) but it was nothing a cino and a bikkie couldn't fix.

The only bad part to the week was a minor bout of gastro that Ollie picked up from daycare. It was kind of nice though that he is now able to articulate what he is feeling so I wasn't taken completely by surprise after he started telling me "mummy, there is something wrong in my tummy". He also learnt a new word - vomit! Although this word continued to feature even after the bug had passed. Example, Ollie doesn't like what he is eating for dinner - "mummy I need to vomit". Cheeky monkey.

With only six weeks to go until we meet our newest family member, I am starting to resemble some kind of ocean mammal. I'm not hassling myself about this, it is par for the course when growing a new human being. But when I had a request to put a pic of me on the blog so you can see just how giant my stomach is, well I could only really concede to a front on pic. You get the idea - there is definitely a baby in there. In fact, I am beginning to suspect that she is already busting out the high heels, such is the pain that she causes me with her brutal kicking and punching.

In the pics we took at the park you can see Ollie wearing one of his new t-shirts that I made him on the weekend. He now has dinosaurs, diggers, a fire truck and more. But stay tuned for more details on that topic in the coming weeks.

Here is B doing a classic funny face. Even like this he looks totally gorgeous.