Mood Swings.

Well its been a funny old day. Finley has still got the lurgy, it’s raining and the world and it’s wife are parking almost on my doorstop as they run to the polling booth to vote for the same old same old…

Because I am a wicked Mother, and Finley’s defences are rather compromised by his conjunctivitis, I took the opportunity to take down the scarily ugly plastic igloo tent in his bedroom, that in a moment of parental guilt we bought him at christmas.

But I mean really? What kind of Vintage HouseKeeper has an igloo in her second bedroom. The ugliness of it was keeping me awake at night…

So in I went and trapping Finley in his cot, I proceeded to evict his second home as he wailed in horror and then killed himself laughing when I poked myself in the eye with one of the tent pegs.

I’ve got to say conjunctivitis doesn’t agree with the poor little chap: he’s been swinging between screeching laughing and manic hysteria all day…

Over lunch, he started off cheeky…

Got excited…

Then decided to cry…

And when that didn’t work gave me his most menacing stare…

Which obviously had the desired effect…

Because he wandered off into the distance, happy as larry, while I nipped upstairs and baby blessed his room (a lovely idea from the Flylady)…

P.S: Don’t kids make a liar out of you? His eyes look perfect don’t they?

P.S. 2: As far as the voting thing goes I am seriously thinking of voting lib dems if only because Charles Kennedys wife was so dedicated to the cause, she went out campaigning in her anorak a few days after giving birth, and I’ve never liked Cherie Blair.

Please don’t shout at me: I understand my reasons are not worthy, but just think of me as kind of like a Big Brother contestant, stuck in the diary room and struggling to pick a sensible reason to evict one of the others, when quite frankly there is nothing to pick between them…

P.S.3: Oh and yes, that is spagetti on his vest: I have obviously got no shame.