"Dog", "Fridge", "Owen", "Diaper"

Here is my very neat Mother's Day present (slight fuzzy, sorry). Its a label machine, which, if you know me well, you will realise is an ideal gift. I'm going to try very hard not to stick labels on the children and my husband, but I can't promise you anything.

Jack sort of spoiled the surprise though. We went out to our friends Chris and Michelle's place for a BBQ last night and on our return, the dog had managed to find my present which Mark had hidden in our dining room and had it on display on his bed. I think he was feeling guilty for not getting me anything except dog hair, so he tried to pull a fast one and claim this present for his own. "Look, mummy, look what I got you! A plastic thing! It tastes good!"

But back to the BBQ last night. We took the boys with us and unfortunately, Will had a bit of a hissy fit as soon as we walked in the door. Complete with body shaking sobs, poor little guy. After a little break upstairs and well into my fifth rendition of 'She'll be coming round the mountain", he finally calmed down. However, I think Ronan's beer might have helped too...