I'm a little teapot ... . seriously, that's me, second one in

I met my lovely friend Carol for a quick coffee this morning.  Was late as had gotten lost on a route I have driven on dozens of times??  Nice diversion though as got to drive through lovely fields of gorse and the like.  Nearly hit the occasional hedgehog though.  Actually, thought they were nocturnal??

Carol runs 'paint a plate' type things once a month in Balrothery in a kids playcentre called pj's (http://www.pjsplaycentre.com/ ) and this is the teapot I made.  It would have looked exactly like us if: a. Darren hadn't of shaved his beard and b. I had long hair and wore yellow dresses.  Still, I like it and predict stick people to be big this year.

She made me laugh.  She is the mother of my godson, I nearly didn't get to have a god child at all from her as I once, in a fit of pique said I was sick of boys and wanted her baby to be my god daughter.  She was a he and I was asked if I could cope with the disappointment and have him for my own.  Jumped at chance.  Feck it, will get girlie kicks somewhere else.  He's a bruiser so he fits in with my lot completely.

Long story short eh?  She was telling me that the night before last night the godson had fallen out of the bed.  Her and her hubbies bed.  He wasn't wedged between them, he was feeding off the left diddy, sorry, shouldn't say that hehehe.  Anyway, she and he and him indoors were all asleep when she heard this ka-thud, like a wet fish hitting the floor is how she described it herself.  She woke up and thought 'f**k, that's Ciaran hitting the floor', he was half asleep, she was definitely half asleep so she tried to haul him back into bed (I did mention he's a bruiser, right?).  Anyway, she hadn't turned on the light and as she was lifting him she had him by the legs rather than under the arms.  In her panic she thought his head had fallen off.    Seriously, she shout his head had just fallen off, just like that!!!  Brillaint.  She had nightmares last night.

I always remember saying, when son no. 1 was born, that no child of mine would ever:

• Suck a soother.
• Sleep in my bed.
• Watch television
• Eat chocolate
• Enter the priesthood / convent

So far?  Well, 1 out of 5 ain't bad.  Soothers are there for a reason, as are earplugs.  My bed is warmer and bigger and therefore I can sleep balanced on one side of my arse on it as various kids sleep crossways in the middle of it.  Television is a great babysitter.  Patient, kind and always there.  I make cakes.  I love food.  Of course they eat chocolate!!

From this house there is no news.  All is quiet, the babysitter is watching them.  Or are they watching the babysitter.  Heading to UK in a couple of weeks so need to get arse in gear re. cakes.  Wait'll you see the next one I'm doing!!!!