How cute is this?!?

Watch it a few times and be sure to giggle!

So long, farewell, auf weidersehn, good bye!

Okay, so I have come to a decision... I've bordered on doing this a few times but this time it is final. It all started yesterday when I did a monster post about everything we've been up to while I was having a bloggy break, I took photos and everything showing what we've done. My intention in this was to share with my friends our achievements, as we all do frequently in bloggy land. It was then brought to my attention that...

1. the security risks invovled with showing that much detail of our personal lives. I'm quite naive and trusting and assume its only lovely people reading this, but lately we have been stung in the big bad world via the glorious internet and quite frankly its now scared us.

2. Also, I have been doubting everything I'm writing, worrying how people are going to take my posts, misreading my intentions.

Quite frankly, this upset me, I have loved doing my blog, but there is absolutley no point doing this if I am censoring what I write, and holding back, worrying what other people will think. My main love for doing this blog was to record the lovely things in our lives and retain these memories. So I have decided that I am going to concentrate on doing my scrapbook because that will serve the same purpose, to create something beautiful to remember and share with whoever I choose. I am sad because I have met so many lovely people, who I consider friends, even though I have never met them, by doing this, but I will still check their blogs and leave the occasional comment to say hi!

So anyway, loads of love, Del x

Ha ha ha... choooo!!!!

Okay, so I haven't got anything to say other than ... "I have man flu!"

I'll hopefully be back with another post when my nose stops running long enough for me to be able to type something of any substance.

See ya :o((

He, he, he, he!!

Have you ever noticed a theme in your day like God is trying to tell you something specific? But with me, He has to tell me a couple of times for me to say "ah ha?"

Thursday last week I read...

In the midst of it... a post entitled sense of humour!
Laurel Wreath... a really funny you tube video by Chonda Pierce which made me weak!
LPM Blog... a funny post entitled "he called it spitttle"

I still not really sure what God was trying to tell me but I think it was along the lines of "Keep laughing girly!" We have been complemented many times by visitors that our house is a happy house and I do try to aspire to that, only recently i seem to have lost sight of that wandering round the house doing my jobs like a great big grump. This is probably cos I'm shattered, feeling huge, and slightly sick, having to cook which I really don't feel like doing, refereeing world war III, mountaineering massive piles of washing, trying to find a pair of socks that match for my hubby who insists he hasn't got ANY socks... get the idea, but do you know what, despite all that madness I wouldn't have it any other way (apart from the washing! - A maid would be nice!) But I'm gonna try to stay sane amidst all of the chaos and focus on the lovely things in my house and keep on laughing, enjoying every day with the precious people in my life, these little people make me laugh more than anyone else with their cute little ways. The same day I read this from Cardiff Central by Charity...

"The fact is, this time in my life is for action. I don't have a choice. I have a husband and 2 sweet girls to look after. Surely God is pleased with my efforts, as I call on Him in the midst of washing dishes or changing nappies. One day I'm sure that I will be able to have uninterrupted quiet times again. And I will probably miss the interruptions dearly."

I have always said that "God has a great sense of humour" and so often we beat ourselves up thinking we should be following these pious routines of spending time with him and if we don't we will be on the receiving end of His wrath... and yet God chose to simply make me laugh, He gently used the people who influence me just to say "CHILL!"

So I'm starting the half term holidays with a different attitude, the sun is shining, there's petrol in the car so I'm getting out with my gorgeous boys and we're gonna have lots of laughs ;o))

'Super glue' will truly fix EVERYTHING - Part deux

Its official I am banning me and my Mum's household from EVER booking tickets for anything nice. You see we don't go out much - "altogether now... aaaaah!" - neither does my Mum and Dad. Last time they had tickets to go to a really special concert Luke hurt his lip and ended going to casualty, so we trundled on without them and managed to sort out Josh etc. while they were out having a lovely time, not that I'm bitter! Anyway, we booked tickets for Luke to go and see the Monster Truck show in the Millenium Stadium and he and my Dad were SO excited!

****WARNING... 'Jones incident' to follow, please turn away if you are squeemish!****

So by now you know the drill... the house is mad, getting tea, tidying, getting Pete ready to go to work etc etc. and we had this lovely moment of serenity the boys were eating their tea so me and Pete were sat in the living room, when we heard BANG, BANG, AAAAAAAAH!!!!

I still don't want to think about that noise and what body parts made it! But it turns out Josh was carrying his little wooden stool down the hallway on a mission when he tripped and his mouth fell onto the wood... and yes you've guessed it, just like Luke... blood everywhere with a hole on the inside and the outside of his lip... GREAT! Here we go again!

But it wasn't as simple as all that, my Mum and Dad were on their way over cos I was supposed to be taking them to the stadium, so we frantically worked out the logistics of who was doing what, not an easy task.

But in the end the boys went off to their show and had an amazing time, Josh went to hospital but thankfully it wasn't as bad as Luke's. He's cut the inside of his mouth, and the outside but they didn't meet in the middle, so that's ok then! So no glue was required, dare I say it... THIS TIME! He's fine, he lisps when he talks a little more than normal which is SO cute and every now and then he cries out, but he's being a brave little soldier. Me on the other hand, once I'd finished driving about a hundred miles around the country and got home, ended up cying like a baby! I was SO tired, stressed and had WAY too many hormones floating around, but anyway, another 'Jones incident' survived!! In the mean time you'd think we would not be booking any tickets to go ANYWHERE, just look at our track record...

Our engagement... Pete hospital - operation.
Our wedding... Pete hospital - thumb sown back on.
Mum and Dad's holiday - Pete hospital, suspected meningitis.
Tim's stag night - Pete hospital, suspected broken foot.
Mum and Dad concert - Luke hospital.
Luke and Dad concert - Josh hospital.

To name just a few! And do you know what...? We booked yesterday to go on holiday...Uh oh!!!