What better way to start a blog post than with a photo of two of the four most gorgeous children in the world? Isn't it just an adorable pic? I don't know how us two ugly old farts managed to produce such beautiful children though! I seem to have a lot more photos of the younger two than the older two. But I put that down to the fact that the older two never leave their bedrooms. So unless I barge in with a camera I'm not likely to catch many good pics.

I've been a bit slow on the blogging. I guess there just hasn't been time. My social life has been hectic the last month or so. I tell you, it's either a feast or a famine! My lovely Mum babysat for us on Saturday night so that we could go to Julz birthday party, which was a great night. Good food, good company, good craic, good friends. Unfortunately for my Mum the littlun's weren't feeling too well, so she had quite a hard night looking after them. That with the girlie nights we've had lately, the bellydance classes, yoga, baby yoga, parents evenings, shopping spree's with friends, it's been so busy. Every spare moment has been spent doing laundry and tidying the house!

Rosie is learning to eat solid foods. She loves food much more than bottles. She drinks her baby milk very unenthusiastically, just enough to survive on (although you wouldn't think it to look at her!) But she LOVES real food. She would easily eat three square meals a day and forget about milk if I let her. But her little tummy is not coping as well with the food as her appetite is, so I'm limiting her to one small meal of fruit puree a day. She gobbles it down and shouts at me for more if I don't get the next mouthful in quick enough!

I had my second appointment with the Osteopath, and he did some more work on my neck, head and lower back. It felt good at the time but I was in agony for days after. Today is the first day that I've not been in too much pain. I'm not sure if the pain is due to stress, the aftermath of pregnancy and surgery, or a side effect of all the medication I'm on at the moment. I hope whatever it is that it passes soon. Poor Marty is getting fed up of having to massage the knots in my shoulders every night. His thumbs get sore!