The Mum Caked In Crap

No idea where 5 months have gone. No idea atall. It only seems like two days ago we were bringing our new baby boy home and showing all of our friends and family his 10 tiny toes, now it's more of repeating myself "yes he's a big boy, no he doesn't sleep, yes he loves his milk, yes he's nearly in the next size". Personally, this isn't my favourite age, I enjoy it when they can sit up for themselves, but when they start to roll and move around on the floor I love it! I feel like Rupert is starting to explore his toys and start to watch exactly what his sister is doing now. He's also learning to explore my hair... you know, pulling, tugging, ripping clumps out. Its really enjoyable mostly when i'm stood talking to somebody at the door and he takes a clump, wraps it around his fingers 400 times and then yanks at it, and I have to refrain myself from saying "ohhhhhhhhhhh holy shit get off me". Instead I say "oh you naughty boy grab...

I haven't wrote on here for 4,5,6,7,8, or so weeks.  My reasoning is that we've moved and it took a ridiculous amount of time to connect back to the internet. So here I am again, to share the joys of my life as a mother, who must be nuts; for moving with two children.  Now I was up for the challenge of it all, but to be honest I didn't expect such an upheaval. That probably sounds ridiculous and naive, but I truly didn't. I am totally gobsmacked at how well our 3 year old daughter has adapted to a new house, and not just a new house but a totally different type of house. I was so paranoid about it all and how she would feel, but she's been exceptional. She struggled for the first week and kept asking when we were going back to the old house, which really did break our hearts, but after asking a few times she's not asked again.  I actually think it's me who has struggled the most, I feel like I just cannot get organised or get my head around things...