Slowly getting the house ship shape for Ezra and Jen's return. Until then, enjoy the greatest meeting of the minds since the Manhattan Project.
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Adorable, absolutely adorable.
Looks like it'll all turn out ok anyway.
And I'm a bit concerned that Henry thinks the camera is the baby.
He does look a little bewildered.
And I love the look on Jen's face.
Congratulations from Aunty Mary's friend Janine.
Well done.
Hallam, Jen was feeding Ezra when Henry entered the room. He's been good about that though, probably because he self weened at 18 months and doesn't feel like he's losing out.
Henry was odd for the first bit of seeing his mum. He was quite reserved (cold even) in the hospital, even when we first went home. I think that he was trying to 'punish' her for leaving him at home. It was incredibly difficult to leave him, that's why I spent equal parts at home with him as I did with Jen and Ezra. He's 100 percent better with her now she's back home though.