Congratulations Janet!

Your name was fairly and squarely drawn out of a bag, and you are therefore the winner of my Blogoversary giveaway :) I've decided on the prize now, but I want it to be a SURprise - let me know if you like it !

Thanks to all 7 of you who left me a comment, although I didn't make my quota, and was tempted to leave myself anonymous comments, offering myself genuine Adidas accessories. I don't usually need a reason to beat myself up, so this would have been hilarious.

On another note, Easter was pleasant, not too indulgent, and has left me with a reservoir of chocolately goodness that I can dip into through the next 12 months. This is my usual procedure, whereby I always have chocolate on hand to console myself if I've put on too much weight. No, I don't see the irony.

Also, I ate pickled herrings at Dad's place on Good Friday night, (which are not birds, as my sister-in-law hilariously thought - it explained the look of disgust she gave me, although it possibly would have disgusted her just as much if she knew they were fish), enjoyed a relaxed BBQ at my in-laws on Easter Sunday (could have done without the Ratbag being bullied by his eldest cousin - words might be had with his parents over this one), went to an excellent 4th Birthday Party on Easter Monday sans Man and Baby (just me and the Ratbag - which was really liberating actually), and also had time at home with the people I love most to recover from a cold (thanks to the bloke who sits next to Mr Mangroves at work, and thought it was really funny to cough all over him last week and probably sucked on his pens as well to make sure he shared the love).

Momentous new thing: The Ratbag has started to 'shush' us. Not sure how to handle this. A swift backhander probably won't help much, will it? Trying ignoring at the moment, might move onto taking things away if this doesn't improve, or possibly not feeding him (which is a laugh, as he doesn't eat). Maybe Wall-e will disappear, but them I might have to spend more time in his company, which perhaps defeats the purpose as he's likely to shush the crap out of me. He told me to go away this morning. I was a bit speechless. Quite frankly that was the bigger surprise of the two, even for him. He looked at me expectantly but I couldn't think of anything to say. Mr Mangroves think s that he has picked this up from an episode of Charlie and Lola. Could this be true? How could censorship let me down like this?

Communism might be the only answer (are you laughing Gerard?).

Oh, and most momentously of all, my gorgeous, cheeky little baby Peanut has taken her first steps. She walked two steps between her Dad and I, and has been practicing standing up on her own, balancing her weight. She is 15 months old, and although these events bring tears of happiness to my eyes, they also make me realise that the end of an era is nearing. She is our second and last baby, fast growing out of her babyhood. I would have another tomorrow.. I love babies. Without the night feeds, nappies, teething, night feeds, nappies and night feeds of course! Can that be done? Might look into that.