Faith, Hope and…Kevin
Yes, apparently they're siblings. Guess the parents will be trying for another little girl sometime soon.
The 'art' of giving our little bundles of joy, strange and bizarre names, is apparently on the rise, with 52% of parents admitting they like unusual names.
We're having a bit of a 90's revival in our house right now, reflecting on the good ol' days thanks to YouTube, as I take my kids down memory lane and some of the best telly EVER made. I'm so pumped, I've very nearly drawn a Cindy Crawford style beauty spot above my lips in excitement.
So we'd not attended a film premiere for a while (hard life huh) and then two come along at once! I know!!!
We attended the glittering world premiere of Paddington last week at the Odeon Leicester Square and before even hitting the publish button on the post about it, I'd received an invite for the Get Santa premiere, the following Sunday!
Anyone else feeling a little drained as we approach the end of the first term for our school starters? (Say yes, tell me it's not just me, please)!
If you are, you'll no doubt relate to this list below!
Loving Brummy Mummy of 2's linky Wicked Wednesdays, a linky that showcases your out take family pictures so we can all have a laugh (and they are hilarious)...so this week I'm sharing this one-that Marlon Brando-esque unimpressed look by my youngest son Alexander, 2.
The words you've always wanted to hear, oh and the actions too-eating rice crispies off the playroom floor from plastic bowls. I've never been so proud.
My clever, sometimes crazy twosome playing dog. Inevitably I had to take a picture of it, if only to bribe them in their teenage years.
A bit of fun for you all but doesn't my Uncle Mike look like just like George Clooney himself? He's even had people run up to him in the street thinking it's the A Lister for flips sake-unlikely as Uncle Mike lives in Manchester but stranger things have happened, right?!
We've all been there right, told those little white lies or chucked those flipping loud toys, to well simply SURVIVE this crazy thing called parenthood!
I love my kids, I really do but loom bands. loom bands I hate, especially littered in technicolour pieces all over our lounge, swirling in the bath (really) and spinning round my washing machine.
So I binned them.
I took a deep breath and bid them goodbye. Each and every rubbery loop.