…my babies are turning three this week, on Sunday.

Three!

It only seems like yesterday that I was waiting for their arrival.

Now I am listening to them role play with two monster trucks…

First monster truck to second monster truck;

“Why, yes, you’re right, I am very beautiful”.

Second MT to first MT:

“No you’re not, you’re purple”.

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After the post about my worry and lack of sleep, the paed called.

Without me calling him.

Just to check in.

Weird, huh?

Very out of character.

Dave and I can’t understand why he called (but are glad he did).

There are a few theories floating around.

Still, it was strange.

I wrote him an email (as per his request) asking him all the questions I had and sent it last Thursday.

Our appointment is tomorrow.

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It was decided that the girls would go out to work this weekend just gone and they will go out again the weekend before the farewell.

So far they’ve earned, for themselves, forty dollars each.

At the moment they are undecided as to whether they will have their hair done by the hairdresser or their mother.

They are thinking they might get the hairdresser to curl their hair and I can do the rest.

Maybe.

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I think I might just cancel Christmas this year. It’s all too hard, really.

So there you go.

Now you know.