It wasn’t my best laid plan, the whole updating on a daily basis and and I am not even going to pretend that my new year’s resolution is to update more regularly cause I hate new year’s resolutions, think they are pants. Also I was only instilled with the whole I should totally blog everyday after watching Julie and Julia. She had a task which was to write about all the receipes she was trying out. I’m not big into recipes so I suppose I could pick something to write about everyday. I shall have a think
and see if there is anything that doesn’t involve navel gazing cause god knows you don’t want to read that.

Anyhew, in big news I am an aunty. The wee niece was a week a bit later cause she waited for her cool aunties to arrive. I mean literally. We flew into Dusseldorf airport on the 11th of Dec, J’s dad and stepmum picked us up because J was at the hospital
with the sister K who had gone into labour. Sounds like an episode of Seasme Street but you get the picture I felt like we were in a movie, it was christmas time, we were mingling with other familes, there was christmas lights and a baby was about to arrive into the world. So we followed the star and came to a small Inn. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. We arrived at the hospital, chatted to the sister who was floating on the epidural after enduring 3 days of contractions. A few hours later, the little one arrived. Talk about great timing! See how cute she is here.

Prepare to hear a lot of ‘cute’ stories. I put cute in quotes because I know some of you won’t have the slightest bit of interest in what happens when she burps, poops or smiles and will just nod and scroll. Don’t say you weren’t forewarned!

People keep asking me do I feel any different because I’m an aunty or how I feel now that I am an aunty, which I think is the same question just phrased differently I don’t feel hugely different. No sudden wave of maturity, because lets face it I am totally mature. I do find though that I have a ridiculous amount of love and affection for a small person who has no clue who I am or how cool I am. Which I will of course recitfy as soon as she starts to get older

Christmas and New year were fab. Loads of cool pressies, chilling on the couch with the kid and the missus, getting my ass kicked at scrabble and returning the favour when it came to poker and lots of potatoes. What more could you ask for? It was the first time in a while we didn’t venture out for new year’s. Mammy2 had been quite sick and it was looking like another really cold night so the couch looked very inviting. Looking back over 2009 I have to say I was very lucky in relation to lots of highlights and very little if
any lowlights. Stand out moments were obviously the niece arriving, the kid doing so well at her course and really seeming to have matured so much and sitting on a park bench in Madrid with the sun shining down on us and Mammy 2 curled up resting on my lap. It’s a tough life

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