Bethany's Baby Babblings

We went to visit great-grandma wilkinson today. Wiggles was in a lovely mood and enjoyed cuddles and songs with her (she's been going through a phase of hating women and being a reet tart with the men) Here are some of the songs that daughter, mum, grandma and great-grandma sung; "She is a funny un She's got a face like a pickled onion A nose like a squashed tomato And eyes like two peas!" "Ha ha ha, he he he Baby Ellis up a rhubarb tree!" ...we're expecting a call from an agent to offer us a recording contract anyday now

I LEFT THE HOUSE WITH SQUIDGE FOR TWO HOURS AND DID SOME ERRANDS AND GOT THE BUS BACK AND IT WASN'T A DISASTER AND NO-ONE DIED!!! we did it! ecstatic mum and non-plussed daughter.

2017 was a year of extreme happiness and sadness. I lost a sister but gained an angel. I lost my sanity but gained a daughter. There's such a fine line between crying and laughter, comedy and tragedy (TRAGEDY! When the feelings gone and you can't go on its TRAGEDY! ...any excuse to sings Steps and/or Bee Gees) I expect 2018 will also be filled with happy and sad but I'm hoping it'll be a bit steadier and I'm more equipped to handle it.  So let's see what 2018 brings. It started out with this little party animal sleeping in her grandparents bed after a heavy session on the milk on New Year's Eve.

Remember when you were a kid and your mum would buy you clothes that were ten sizes too big because "you'll grow into it" and consequently you looked ridiculous? Yeah, I've now become that mum. Not that I mind in the slightest about turning into my mum. Mummy Beal is one of my best friends and my inspiration (no apologies for being soppy, expressing your feelings is the new black) So yeah, here is my daughter with spaghetti arms because mummy insists that there's room for growing.