The things you do while waiting for a baby...

...poor Max' lifestyle has taken a turn for the boring with me becoming partly immobile (oedema on foot and huge bump with a Standley head constantly pressing on my pelvis and bladder...). Except today, we had some real fun! Thanks to The Stones Max owns his very own face painting kit. And he has been at me ever since he got it that he wanted me to paint him a Spiderman face. And if you know Max, or any other three year old, being "at me" means almost non stop nagging with a very whiny voice that feels like Japanese war torture. First I tried to get away by saying Papi had to do it as I couldn't do such an advanced motive like Spiderman. A butterfly maybe, but not Spiderman. The roles in a family are quickly divided and Rick's in charge of all things physical and "adventurous" as well as all things creative, although I think I'm making some ground in that department, don't you think? So after Max kindly let me crash on the sofa for a whole hour after lunch (while he did watch Cbeebies with his dummy for company) I figured I needed to do the good Mum thing and finally offer to do the Spiderman face. It was so much fun. He ran to the mirror every two minutes checking up on progress and claiming that he would definitely be able to fly once I was finished. The disappointment was rather big when he realised he couldn't... He offered to do my face but that was taking things too far. Maybe he could turn my bump into a giant moon face?

Ah, how nice, I just wrote a whole paragraph about an hour of our lives without moaning, complaining and fishing for sympathy. What joy.

But really, it would be good if the baby came now.

See you on the other side!