Rip van Michael

Waiting Waiting.

We're counting down the days till Sissy make her way onto centre stage.

Which, as we write, is a smidge over two weeks.

TWO WEEKS!!

WHAT HAVE WE DONE!!

Come the end of the week Mistress P will once again be on her maternity leave, and that effectively signifies that, in a biological sense, Sissy may well be cooked and ready; dues dates being +/-2 weeks and all that.

And then we start all over again.

The docs say Sissy's all in the right position - head down, bum up - not actually engaged but heading that way. What we do know is that some part of the young ladies anatomy must be pointing up, cos poor ole mum-to-be is getting a bit breathless.

And not just when dad wanders down the hall in his Reg Grundies either.

The only problem we appear to have at the moment is a name.

Yes, just as with Master M, a list of no-nos has been drawn up.
1) No ex-girlfriend names.
2) No names starting in T or S (cos she'll get called Swat-kins or Twat-kins)
3) No names that mean something else (including in other languages)
4) No names starting in M (cos thats Master M's letter)
5) Avoid names that are the same as close friends or family.
6) Oh, and dad wants a name with only two syllables ("Anymore and they'll never be able to publish her name in the Herald-Sun")

This leaves Sweet Fanny Adams.
Literally.
(Oh, hang on.. yes; Fanny. Point #3)

As for Mistress P herself - well she's looking and feeling big, and chariot-like, swinging quite low.

On the plus side she hasn't been "leaking" from her mammalian bits like last time, while on the downside she's developed a craving for beer.
Yes.
Beer.
Lets face it, Birrell doesn't really cut the mustard/barley, hence she's succumbed, though only occasionally, to her other craving.

Magnum ice cream.

{MMMmmmmm... almond magnum ice cream...}

Young Michael; well he's tootling along just fine and dandy. Though we're discovering he does like a bit of a kip.

Whereas most kiddies his age are phasing out on the midday nap, this boys just winding up. He's becoming somewhat of a legend at childcare for sleeping for up to three hours with all the commotion going on around him. And its not uncommon for them to wake him up - in one case with the entire class getting decidedly restless as they all waited for the lad to rise so they could all go outside.

He's also becoming increasingly confused about what to call mum and dad, and herein mum and dad are learning why lots of mums and dads refer to each other as, well, just mum and dad.

See mum and dad are soppy young romantics at heart, and hence don't mind a bit of the "darling" this, "honey" that, with a fair old smattering of the "babes". And hence the lad, of late, with his sponge-like ability to absorb the English language, has been known to come out with the odd:
"Babe, I want wipe hands";
"I want milk darling" and even a
"Honey I do poo poo."

I'm not sure thats in the speech pathology handbook - or the young romantic FAQ for that matter.

Ok. Two weeks till we step into the fray once more.

As the Bard himself would say;
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