I have been fobbing you all off with (fabulous) photos of the farm and the kids with no real updates or information so thought that I would cover off a few bits and pieces, odds and ends, bibs and bobs, so to speak.
But. I have left my supply of breast milk for my Mum to feed Harper with a little late. I stupidly thought I could get away with giving her formula for the day (it’s a daytime wedding 10.30am until 7pm at night) but when I tried her yesterday on formula, in fact just a bottle, she thought I had lost my mind and forgotten what to do. So that didn’t work out so well. For either of us. But then I expressed, and she took that in a bottle so now I have 3 days to work up enough milk for about 3 feeds for her, all while feeding her. Bugger. Let’s hope I can get pumping away.
And the other thing I left a little late? The frock. I sort of just didn’t think through the fact that we would get back Friday afternoon, and have the wedding first thing Sat morn. And the fact that I am a fat(ter) mole than when I started this holiday what with the whole eating my body weight in everything every day. So anyway. No frock. And a fat me. And a country town to get something from. Not good options people. Anyway, yesterday I headed into said country town and manged to get a frock which should work. Well I hope so. It could be borderline nanna, although I am hoping that it comes off more 60’s mod shift. You decide when you see the snaps post weekend.
Oh, and I keep being un followed through Google Blog Reader thingy. I had a measly 34followers and in the last few days I have lost 2. Why? Why do they forsake me?! All of a sudden I am back in High school being dropped from the cool gang because I am not interesting enough. Were the photos too much? Not enough? Am I not interesting enough? Pretty enough? Is it because I am not whinging all the time? Is it because I didn’t have a supply of breast milk in the fridge just waiting to go? A frock not organised for a cocktail wedding lunch? WHY??????
And clearly all this rambling will lead to a further drop in readership. Best I get back to the big smoke and start doing something interesting. Or something to bitch about at least.