SAW the latest pic of my new little brother or sister in the making.
I think you'll agree this looks like a kid with rather a lot on its not-yet-fully-formed mind.

You can't blame him (or her) though... when this was taken, they were only measuring around 7cm, so they've got a lot of growing to do before the sunshine and cousin Mi Mi arrives (those are the things which will mean it's baby time).

On March 15, we will be finding out whether mum needs to stock up on pink bows and buttons at the haberdashery department in order to customise my extensive back catalogue of cast offs.

My stock of Munchies [corr] is on me being an overprotective big brother to a very serious little girl.

WAS more than a little perturbed at the sight of Mum throwing some serious shapes in the dining room at the sound of a certain song on the radio.

One minute she whingeing about her least favourite job of decanting both mummy and baby oranges from the little string bags into the fruit bowl.

And the next, she was swinging me around like a ragdoll, making some very strange grunty noises, singing I O U Nothing, over and over again and telling Dad to save the tops off his beer for her shoes.

She was also minded to find a photo of her and aunty Dood [corr] when they were big girls, smiling widely beside a man with hair as yellow as the sun.
What in Buzz Lightyear's name is that all about?