It's Christmas...

It's Theo's first Christmas. We have a tree, the presents have been wrapped, there's a joint of beef ready to go in the oven and I've spent about 3 weeks making gravy from cow bones.

Should have been idyllic, really, but this photo masks the fact that I haven't actually slept properly for about two months, and I'm precisely 2 days away from making a call to a hypnotherapist, who will subsequently get me sleeping again.

Anyway, here's a pic from the day for posterity.

Gender non-conformity...

...occurring before our very eyes.

Maddy in blue.

Theo in pink.

A VERY modern family

Four generations

This picture of four generations enjoying Bonfire night in Lancashire is just prior to Maddy projectile vomiting all over the bedroom that we've placed her in.

We were having a nice time.

Halloween

This was worth the £6 we paid for it from Asda. How we laughed at Theo's scary skeleton face.

This is us in Bath. We actually look pretty well. This is surprising as we (I mean me) haven't slept for more than 4 consecutive hours in three months. My eyes are screaming for my eyelids to close.

5 days old and being 'cared' for by his doting sister.

Precarious.

Four days in and The Snooze Button experiences his second weigh in. He's chuffed about it, as you can see.

I'm behind the camera hoping he doesn't wee on the clean towel.

Here's a dodgy a photo of Theodore Edward Roskill. Born just a few hours earlier on 23rd August 2012.

The chinese acupuncturist...

...has declared that due to my 'strong pulse,' I'm having a boy.

And the corner shop man thinks it's a boy too.

Two compelling predictions to add to the mix.

And the predications are in

Jane Roberts: Girl. August 16th. 6lb.

Dave Roberts: Boy. August 11th. 9lb

Jools: Girl. August 19th. 6lb 6oz

Catherine: Girl. 19th August. 6lb 4oz

Matt: Boy. August 18th. 6lb 2oz

Kate: Girl. August 17th. 6lb 3oz

Phil: Girl. August 19th. 6lb 2oz

Big Jen: Boy. August 12th. 6lb 30z
Olly: Boy. August 21st. 71b 1oz