The rain has returned with a vengeance and the grey has consumed the light.  There's a wanton heaviness to the air, it's ripe and swollen as if something is coming, only I have no idea what.

The Husband did a rather classy overture of vomiting at the school this morning due to a sodding migraine.  Apparently Thing One was most concerned yet as usual Thing Two really couldn't have given a toss.  I'm a walking zombie as The Toddler is teething, yes again.  The night before last he woke twelve times, yes twelve.  For the first time in my nursing history (Thing Two was nursed until 33 months and The Toddler is 26 months and still feeding like a newborn) I appear to have a blocked duct or something.  Ouch.  Like I really needed that.

As I predicted The Toddler is vocally following in the footsteps of Thing One insofar as being virtually wordless until he turned two and ever since his birthday new words are occurring each and every day and he indeed never shuts up.  Thing Two is most disgruntled that he has still yet to even attempt her name yet he's started calling her friend by name.  Oops.  Bad brother.

The adventures of becoming blonde have been aborted.  After another frying episode with uber lightener and incessant usage of violet toner my hair is still the attractive colour of piss with orange bits.  I even made myself use a protein treatment of raw egg yolks which yes, was as disgusting as it sounds, especially as i had no gloves and thus had to apply it with my bare hands. So in typical MamaUndone fashion I've ordered bright red, again though I'm awfully disappointed that it still hasn't arrived despite me pouncing the postman this morning.

Despite The Toddler being out third, he has introduced us for the first time to the phenomenon that is The Terrible Two's.  Quite frankly he's a little bugger. He has mastered the opening of gates, climbs everywhere and on everything and launches himself  from heights, has epic sulks and dramatic tantrums, gives death ray looks that would make Damian himself wither.  He is adamant, independant, stubborn and possessive.  His favourate phrases as of late are 'I'm NOT' (complete with a stomping of the foot) and 'No.'  This Morning he opened the gate and let himself into the kitchen, turned the washing machine on with all the buttons selected and then turned the microwave on before turning his attention to the stereo.  He is obsessed with closing doors and loves to let the dog out then shout at him until the poor dog comes in.  He can unlock doors.  He is the most adorable pest I've ever met (& the greatest contraception) 

His latest favourite thing is to sneak his beaker into the lounge and fill a variety of pots and pans from his play kitchen and drink the water out of those, strange child.

...the old man is snoring

When life gives us lemons rain ...

...stay in and bake (with Thing Two)

It's raining, it's pouring...

Did you miss me?  Thought not.  Unfortunately our monitor went poof and it's soul destroying updating on my phone, or so my thumb professes.  Yet by the wonders of freecycle we now have a monitor again.  Hurrah.

To say Half Term is a bit of a washout would be somewhat of an understatement.  Thing One and Thing Two had been loving their freedom at playing outside with their friends and the un-jungled garden however, it's too wet to play out and besides, the swing needs re cementing.  So in lieu of anything to do they've been intermittently trying to throttle each other and mine and The Husbands fragile sanity.  In what is seemingly tradition the past few years now the school holidays are here The Mother has jetted off to her place in Spain so we can't even have respite by sending them to sleep at her house and due to aforementioned weather it's rather difficult to separate them to let them have some space as usually The Husband would take Thing One on an epic walk.

I don't think The Toddler has quite forgiven Thing One and Thing Two yet for interfering with his peaceful sibling free days.

In a moment of temporary insanity whilst The Husband was having some 'Him Time' out and about on his bike in the rain, I made the fateful decision that I should take the kids not only Puddle Jumping, but Puddle Jumping alone.  Just as we were about to leave The Husband returned and felt obliged to accompany s yet made no secret of his loathing of the idea, apparently it was cold and wet and simply not an enjoyable prospect.  Obviously it was a different kind of rain when he was cycling.  Near the local shops there is a car park that has huge puddles in it sop there we headed.  The Sprogs were rabid with excitement and had a fantastic time despite The Toddler falling several times yet the wee trooper didn't so much as shed a tear unlike Thing Two.  She bumped into The Toddler and that was it, game over.  The Husband declared it was all a terrible idea, my idea and thus my fault so homeward bound we all marched, soggy and disenchanted with Thing Two still snivelling.

In a rare moment of domesticity I decided to hang some washing out the other day, typically it rained.  The moment of domesticity passed and the washing is still out there.  It's still raining.

I actually like the rain, in a way.  I find peace in the sound of it and solace in the smell.  I get an urge to just go out, alone, and lay in it.  One day I'll humour that urge.