I'm married to an oul' fart

Hubbie turns 38 this Thursday the 26th and already he's complaining about how old he's getting.

He's been looking at all of his grey hairs (he's got loads, almost the same amount as his 74 year old Dad and it's really bugging him).

He's starting to talk about how old he's looking when he sees himself in the mirror.

My response to his moaning - I start giggling and call him an oul' fart.

Not the most supportive I grant you but I just cannot help it, if he stopped reminding me that I'm turning 30 this year then maybe I'll be a bit more sympathetic but until then all I can do is hide my giggles and make sure he has a brilliant birthday with the 3 gorgeous ladies in his life.

30

I don't want to be thirty-something, I like being twenty-something.

I don't want to turn 30 this year, simple as that.

I'm not going willingly, there will be moaning, wailing, gnashing of teeth and plenty of alcohol to ease my reluctant passage into my thirties.

Then they were 2!!!!

Tomorrow our twins turn 2!!!

Oh my goodness where on earth has the time gone?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Just thinking about the past two years makes my caesarean 'wound' (as the midwives kept referring to it) ache.

(Picture taken 27th February 2012 with their Great Nana & Great Nanda, it was Nana's 80th birthday)

Tomorrow is just for the four of us, though we will be doing the rounds visiting Grandparents and Great-Grandparents and I'm sure my sister, the self-proclaimed favourite Auntie (she really is the favourite Auntie and the girlies make sure everyone is aware of it) will be up after work to see her girlies. Inbetween visits we'll be taking them to Victoria Square to have a nosy round the Build-A-Bear Workshop and see if anything catches their eyes and then onto Frankie & Bennys for some nom noms.

Fingers crossed between all the visiting and dandering about we'll knacker the pair of them and they'll sleep through the night as they've a busy weekend coming up with a bouncy castle birthday party being held in our Church Hall for them both (courtesy of the favourite Auntie).