And so it begins...

But where to start?  Hi.  I'm Pam, and I love my life.  So much so that I thought the world would surely be a better place if I were to share some of it.

There are many things in my life that make me happy.

This is Julia.  She makes me very happy.  Julia makes my world go round, her giggles and nonsense make everything right in my life.

And this is Scott.  He is the other main source of happiness in my life.  I think without him I would be a little lost.  He opens jars and catches spiders and is thereby rather useful to keep around.

We have another bit of goodness to look forward to, but he won't arrive until October.  He's only part-baked at the moment, mini-humans generally need a full 9 months to cook properly.  I do have some concerns about his arrival though; a lady came into my place of work the other day and was very lovely, as all old ladies are.  She was asking all about how I was enjoying being pregnant and when I was due.  Her face fell a little when I answered her last question, and my reply prompted another question

       "October?!  So how many are you having?"

When I informed her that I was in fact only expecting one baby, the best she could manage was a condescending smile and muttered reassurances that perhaps my bump was merely experiencing some form of growth spurt and I shouldn't worry, it would surely slow down as time went on.

So now I have deep rooted fears that I am in fact gestating some sort of mammoth monster baby.

Perhaps one of my less happy moments.

Before this particular piece of goodness make his grand entrance into our lives, we have more excitement in the form of a new house.  This pleases me muchly.  We will be out of our teeny totey house in the town and into a much lovelier house in the country (I use the term country rather loosely.  There are still the comforts of town life, like take-aways and a supermarket, but without the excessive amount of grey everywhere you look).  So this also makes me happy.

There are other sources of joy in my life.  My camera, for one.  Oh how I do love my camera.  It is so pretty and wonderful, and rights so many wrongs.  I tend to use my camera mainly for taking pictures of the other good things in my life.  Except my cat.  Hobbes. 

He is somewhat camera shy and most of my attempts to capture him in a picture result in something that looks like a miniature grey tiger shaped blur.  He does like eating bugs though.  He stalks them through the house if he finds them.  He hunts them like a lion in the Savannah hunts a gazelle.  And then he pounces and eats them up right there and then.  So he is also rather useful; his bug killing talents almost make up for his incessant miaowing at inappropriate times of the night and his love of standing right behind your feet so that you trip over him at the slightest movement.

And so now I shall depart.  It is my daughter's 3rd birthday next week, so I shall be indulging in some form of cake making fiasco over the weekend.  If they look lovely then I shall enlighten you with an in depth, step by step guide to recreate my success.  If they don't, then, perhaps I can give some helpful pointers on what not to do.

Until next time.

Pam xx