Stuff I've learnt in the past eight months (mostly stuff I've learnt this week be ause that's as far back as I can remember).

*Babies grow. Horrifically. Speedily. No matter how you malnourish them. No matter how their big brothers regularly squish them.

*Santa lets you down. 4 and a big bit appears to be the age at which you begin to notice the limitations of your life. Even though he got 'a hundred presents!' there's always something you can think of in the next 16 hours, that you might have liked. Not only is he meeting disappointment with his life, but he is also being taught how to be a chronic over consumer. Poor lamb.

*Gluten free is hard. But it kicks the screaming crying crapping arse of the alternative with your poor sick baby.

*regardless of how much of a Brady Bunch stereotype it is, being the middle baby is hard. All day long. Even when your three.

*Christmas for mummies is hell on earth. I'm convinced that the mummies who won't admit this are being all repressed in case they ruin the magic. I'm sure they wouldn't. Around here I AM the magic. And cook and events planner and MC and shopper and manager. They should have shelf available Valium in the Christmas aisles at Coles. Christmas shopping would rock.

*While your best blogging might occur at times of excitement, you're also too damn busy to do it when it all goes down at your house. Cross your fingers that with full time preprimary, part time 3yo kindy, an allergist at the local children's hospital and the magical fairy of housework I might actually come here once a month.

What else is there? Who knows? Can't think. Wasted on excess gluten free vegan mince pie, and post Christmas blues. Maybe I'll make more sense if I get a couple of hours sleep.