Where's the time gone...

I thought I'd have so much time, what with it being the holidays and Molly having no swimming, playcentre, music, etc., for the next few weeks, but time is just flying by and before you know we'll be back into all her activities and I still won't have achieved anything I set out too... so what's new eh?!

So, it's been an interesting few days. Did I tell you all that hubby got promoted? probably not, my usual thing is to tell one person 17 times and then the other 17 people don't hear, so apologies to those who don't know, but here is the news... woo hoo! He officially started today, although unofficially he has been doing the job for a couple of weeks already and bought home the car last week so it doesn't really feel like a biggy. Although of course, it did this morning when he left for work looking all nervous and jumpy (and snappy, but I think that was just for my benefit... groan). Anyway, it's all going well. More money will be nice (although more would have been nicer!), the car, with fuel card, is a bit of a bonus too, especially living this far out of town, I'll let you know how the hours bother me when we get there... which I'm sure we will.

Molly has started to really speak to me, and it's kind of disconcerting (she has a tendency to backchat already!) but very, very cool. She toddled into the kitchen just this weekend and said 'what you doing?' clear as a bell. She seemed wholly unimpressed with my 'washing up' answer, and went off to ask Daddy the same thing (just for the record, I don't think he told her anything more interesting then I did). Routinely now when I shout for her, she'll shout back 'what?' without even looking at me!! Not sure what to make of that really. Her other favourite is 'there you go' as she walks towards you with something you really don't want in her hands - you know, dead bee, lump of cat food, credit card from my wallet - and also, 'choo choo, all aboard', at very high volume.

She's also starting to count, everything. This goes something like this, 1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, weeeeee. I like it, I think it could catch on. But today, she managed 1, 2, 3 weeeeeee. Which I guess makes more sense, but wasn't half as cute.

On the downside of things, Molly seems to have developed an overwhelming fear of the bath, and I don't know why. She's such a water baby, loves the ocean, loves the paddling pool, in fact any water other then the bath and she's laughing.... any ideas, 'cause I'll be honest, 20 minutes of screaming every night is wearing a wee bit thin.

Everything was wearing a bit thin for me earlier this week, and I would have given my right arm for a cheese scone at Nan's or a cup of tea with my Mum. I didn't want to be or go home, but crikey was I homesick. It really threw me actually, I haven't really felt homesick since we moved into this house, but there you go. I'll put it down to exhaustion and hormones, and by the time Kris got home I felt a lot better but blimey, give me a teleporter and I'd have been off. I've got some great, great friends here and I do feel really well supported and cared for, but you know sometimes you just need your Mum (or your Nan).

While I'm here, I've got to apologise to my blog buddies, I've been having a shocking time with this new blogger thing (so glad to hear you were too DG, thought I was just being a ditz), and have tried to leave messages on all your blogs, but it won't post for me. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I'll try again after posting this one