January 12th, 1983
Well. Ali and I had an interesting evening babysitting Jimmy last week. The stories were true: the little bugger, cute as he is, just does not enjoy sleeping. Of course, the fact that he was in a relatively strange flat overnight probably didn't help matters much. But other than the reluctance to go to bed (Ali, especially, was up most of the night trying to calm him down), it was a smooth-sailing night (he got on fairly well with Tommy, who took great delight in showing off his toys to his cousin).
Unlike what allegedly happened over at his own flat that night. I heard stories about the party that took place and... wow. Talk about a way to break in a new place! Impressive. I don't envy the clean-up that likely has had to happen, though.
Work has so far managed to keep 1983 scandal-free and hey, that's always a bonus.
Two and a half weeks until I'm twenty-five years young. I can't bloody wait.
But now, sleep. This household has a habit of rising early.
Despite the... interruptions on Saturday night, I think things really did go well. Ali and I can definitely handle another kid. Of course, I don't know how that would affect either of the work schedules just yet, but we worked things out when Tommy arrived and if we're blessed with another, we'll work that out, too.
I spoke with Ren today, when she dropped by with Millie for dinner (Trevor was invited as well, but the poor bloke had to pull a double, I don't envy him), and she seems really happy to be pregnant. She's a brilliant Mum to Millie, and I know she'll be the same with this one. She's really holding her own, and I am immensely proud of her.
Unlike what allegedly happened over at his own flat that night. I heard stories about the party that took place and... wow. Talk about a way to break in a new place! Impressive. I don't envy the clean-up that likely has had to happen, though.
Work has so far managed to keep 1983 scandal-free and hey, that's always a bonus.
Two and a half weeks until I'm twenty-five years young. I can't bloody wait.
But now, sleep. This household has a habit of rising early.
Despite the... interruptions on Saturday night, I think things really did go well. Ali and I can definitely handle another kid. Of course, I don't know how that would affect either of the work schedules just yet, but we worked things out when Tommy arrived and if we're blessed with another, we'll work that out, too.
I spoke with Ren today, when she dropped by with Millie for dinner (Trevor was invited as well, but the poor bloke had to pull a double, I don't envy him), and she seems really happy to be pregnant. She's a brilliant Mum to Millie, and I know she'll be the same with this one. She's really holding her own, and I am immensely proud of her.