Sprouting ......

the frogspawn in Nana's pond ...

the Magnolia in our garden ...

... and Kootcha's very first tooth (blurred white fleck at bottom of mouth, just above dribble).

Another day, another mission ....

It's our first anniversary ...

Me and my wonderful wheelbarrow - boy have we had some fun.

Allez les rouges ...

Pooce's old Activity Hoop has been retrieved from the garage for Kootcha to sit in - he can just about resist gravity for a nanosecond. For old times' sake Pooce squeezed into it too - today she's wearing her patriotic Wales jersey as Wales play France in about two hours at the Millenium Stadium - pictured below on my (very scenic) walk home from work last week. The bottom picture is my cell at work where I'm finishing stuff off before leaving - it measures about 2 metres square, has no windows & the walls are quite soft.

No really, I have ....

quit, that is (apparently you thought I was joking). It was one of my birthday resolutions (see Dec 18th post). Portfolio working is the future (it said so in yesterday's Guardian) and so I'm giving it a go. First up, I'm taking on a few temping jobs, then maybe next year mixing it up with a bit more astronaut training, and then in a few years doing a whole load of different things. It suits my short attention span & inability to do as I'm told for very long.

Pooce has started Welsh nursery (this is the St David's Day singalong)

Kootcha before bathtime tonight ....

Pooce & Kootcha sharing a little love ....

Pooce fell over (again) and wanted to show her swollen lip ...

Blob's Log: Stardate Wednesday (timewarp)

Did you notice that seamless transition? Tuesday ... Wednesday (with just a two week gap inbetween). Kootcha was ill, then Pooce tried the "start the day at 4am" thing, so then we didn't sleep, and then I quit my job. So blogging fell off the bottom of the list.

But now, Team B'dom having been narrowly averted, Team A are back in their glorious silver (metaphorical) spacesuits. Better go and find the camera ...