Just came home from dads. Babies are sweet. sometimes. Tommy is a little sod because he keeps on breaking things (takes after his sister) but molly is my little cuty. I call her tiny because shes like a tiny tears doll. But you can guess what happened! BLEURCH... yes she threw up all over my arm. but she just missed my jeans.. phew. Dad was in the kitchen looking at us: Molly squirming down in her baby seat until shes just this heap at the bottom of it, Tommy banging a video case about and me doing a Jimi hendrix with an air guitar and singing to AIG.
Ah yes another thing. Apperently the person who said I could sing was deaf. Thanks dads girlfriend. No offence was taken. I just sang louder
