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Monday, August 27, 2012

Toby's four weeks old today, which means it's also the last day of my extended paternity leave. Tomorrow the hard work ends, and I go back to my job. I've successfully completed approximately 2% of the tasks I set myself for the month of August, and have had less sleep than an insomniac on amphetamines, but I think it's been a worthwhile exercise. If only to confirm that we're far too old for all this. Whoever said that having two children is easier than one, is clearly a liar with an only child.

Fortunately for a couple having the most tiring month of their lives, we know where we can find a reclining sofa...

Obviously you're not meant to recline on it like that, but when you're as exhausted as Lisa, you could sleep on a clothes line. If it wasn't full of babygros.

We actually visited my parents yesterday, in a last ditch attempt to persuade them to adopt our children before we have a nervous breakdown. They politely declined, but we did get to see my brother and sister who were staying for the weekend. So if you're wondering what kind of excitement occurs when the Gardner clan get together on a bank holiday weekend, here's your answer...

The green goddess with the slinky hips is Big Sis. She told me that if she ends up on YouTube there'll be trouble, but it was hard to edit her out when she kept shimmying into shot during every chorus. Still, it was good to find out that my Dad worked for the YMCA in 1978. I think he was the biker with the big moustache.


Zoe Sprake said...

That was enjoyable in so many ways - your brother, completely tuned out as he concentrated on his laptop, your and Lisa's awful lies to Amelie (the difference between 'a photo' and 'a movie' is a matter of semantics), your sister bobbing in and out of shot, and Lisa looking totally knackered.  The Sage has a photo somewhere of me and Ronan, him finally asleep and me blotto.  By the way, what pretty feet Lisa has.