I know, I know...Its been ages since I last wrote anything about the Bobs (gah! Just realised they could be called "The Bobsy Twins!") or Mark or Jack, or Big Mama P. What can I say? Its been incredibly busy at work and at home. I don't even have any pics to post today... I'm such a bad blogger.

So the problem with not writing for ages is that I never know where to begin. I guess I'll start with an update on Sparky aka the man who does not sleep. My poor boy has been working night and day, day and night and can hardly remember what our address is anymore. I think the Toronto taxi drivers recognise him now, and just automatically drop him off at home. I'm sure many of you are reading this and thinking "Good lord man! have you no decency towards your huge and elephantine wife? Can you not see that she needs you around to roll her down the stairs and wedge her out the door in the mornings?!" but in his defence he is very attentive when we do talk on the phone and in the minutes each day that we see each other. AND he bought me a very thoughtful (and expensive) gift this weekend when he went away for the firm retreat at Blue Mountain(ski/golf resort for the clueless amongst you) - it was a gift box from L'Occitane which contained all sorts of creams, including a Mother and Baby Baume to keep my tummy from cracking open like egg. Isn't that thougthful? And what's more suprising, I didn't even ask for anything!!

As for Jackalack, he's as stinky and as cute as ever. He desperately needs a bath - his face is no longer white, but an odd tinge of yellow. I've tried to book him in at his favorite salon "Grooming Tails", but they're quite busy lately. Must be date season for poochies. Anyway, if he doesn't get cleaned up soon we might have to put the hose to him, which is a fairly traumatic event for all involved. I'd really rather avoid the sulks and pouts. And that's just from Mark. Badoum-boom.

On the home front, we're currently having a deck and back door built into the garden. Very exciting, let me tell you. Once the door is in, it means we'll no longer have to throw clothes on over our peejays before taking the dog out the side door to the garden in the wee hours of the morning, if you'll pardon the pun. If we feel like it we'll be able to stand in the nud (yes, nud with no "e" - its sounds funnier and less distressing than nude. Seriously. Say it out loud a few times. Isn't that funny? Nud. Hee hee) and just throw him out the back door into the garden. And then realise the neighbours can still see us and run shrieking upstairs to throw some clothes on. Anyway, once its finished I will take some pictures and post them on the blog. Pictures of the deck, not of us shrieking in the nud. Promise. Ix nay on the nuddie pictures.

As for the Bobs, they're doing just fine I think. They're definitely kicking now, in time for the World Cup. You can actually see my stomach move up and down in certain places. I'm seeing my doctor tomorrow for the first time since we found out the news (with a list of questions the length or my arm), so I should hopefully have more to say on the boys, their general health and my general health tomorrow. I'm going to be asking such questions as "When can/should I stop work?", "Can I stop work tomorrow?", "What would be your recommendations on me stopping work in the near future?" and of course "Pleeeeease pleaaaase pleaaaase don't make me keep working!" Basically, I'm tired. And the job is stressing me out. And I just want to sit at home on our comfy sofa and use my belly as a tray for healthy yet delicious foods and read good books. Or I could always be convinced to sit at home in the garden in a hamoc and use my belly as a tray for healthy yet delicious foods and read good books. If the doctor says yes to this plan, I would greatly appreciate it if you could all send me your suggestions on good books to read.

So I'll try to write an update on my doctor's visit tomorrow. And remind me to tell you about a) my friend Deb's all-day bachelorette party we had this past Saturday; b) my pathetic attempts at getting second-hand twin gear only to realise I don't WANT a second-hand stroller, I want the gorgeous Peg Perego stroller I saw with Amber - it even has a steering wheel. Hey, maybe I'll put a picture of the stroller up so you all have something to look at; and finally c) uh...actually I don't have anything for c). It just sounded like I needed to add something at the end there. Okay, I'm outtie.