F is for Friends (and 50!)

I have this super lame title because this is the 50th post! I am well impressed that I've managed to keep it up for this long. It's also titled this because I watch way too much Sesame Street and they have the letter of the day.

Anyway, my little monkey has been a reet social butterfly recently. She deffo didn't get that from her parents.

Auntie Rachel kindly chauffeured us to the play gym. Squidge liked staring at the boys in the walker best. Mummy and Auntie Rachel liked the fish fingers butties.
(we're not sure how her hair got like that but can we all agree that's it's bloody hilarious!)

Then we visited Auntie Kaleigh and her little lass who loves babies so obviously they're besties. She will definitely be taking squidge on her first night out in 16 years time. 

Then my panto mother (I believe that everyone should have a panto mother) popped by with her sprog who is so diddy and cute and makes my child look like a reet chunk (explains why I needed many many MANY MANY stitches, because why? BECAUSE CHILDBIRTH IS HORRENDOUS!) (nearly five months later and I'm still not over it looooooool)

I've known these ladies practically all my life and I'm so glad that we're still friends as adults and that our kiddos are mates. Circle of life and all that.
(cue me belting out circle of life in my lounge while lifting my baby in the air pretending that she's the Simba to my Rafiki) (I'm so cool and normal)