Raaaaaaar!!

So, on Sunday I am hitting the big three ooooooo.  Yup, I'll be 30.  I am also leaving the bubs overnight for the first time ever and heading to London for a magical mystery tour.  I am not even allowed to know where we are staying.  My mother says she will just put the postcode in the sat nav (does anyone else think this is a recipe for disaster?!).  I do hope that whatever we do it involves swanky cocktails and posh chips.

I'm a bit meh about leaving the baby.  I know I need to but I've only ever spent about 3 hours not with him since he was born.  MUST FOCUS ON THE COCKTAILS.

Right, I'd better go and tidy up cos the Health Visitor is coming round again.  She's doing a follow up on the whole 'baby won't eat' visit of last week.  He is maybe a tad better but is soooo fussy.  I just generally repeat the following mantra 'he will not starve himself, he will eat if he wants, he will grow out of it' under my breath when he clamps his little mouth shut.  Gah.