How to get a free home makeover

We've decided to apply to one of those home improvement shows on the telly. You know, the ones where they redo your house for you. The programme we're watching has some special needs kid, probably autistic, being given a new room with all sorts of crap he apparently likes.

Michelle said we'd never get on the show because they give it to people who really need it, like disadvantaged or whatever.

So I said: "Yes we could, we could just say you're dyspraxic, I'm neurotic and the kid is, uh... uh... "
"Exotic," Michelle said.

A human being

20 weeks, no sex known, 23cm long... a miracle.

Halfway...

14 weeks, end of the first trimester.

Well done, Mum.

The moment it all became clearer..

No words needed...

... except to say that not being able to send them to Mum really hurt.

Been a while...

Okay so it's been a while. But I've had other things on my mind. Like saying goodbye to my mother, the bug's bobba.

Two nights left in South Africa... on Skype with the bug's mother and the first baby book arrived from friend Françoise Davoine...

During said discussion the book spoke about enlarged breasts and swollen, darkening areolas. At which point I mentioned a screengrab I'd taken on the last Skype chat, of Michelle exposing a breast. This was the file I sent:

Deeply offensive? Possibly. Deeply funny? Absolutely.

In the course of all this sadness I discovered/was reminded that my mother's Hebrew name was Leah, which will be incorporated in some way into the future nomenclature.

Ned got involved in the naming-of-parts for the first time... a battle ensues. His suggestion of Aura is actually not a bad one. But seemed a bit, how shall I put it...