It's been awhile!
Things have been hectic lately, so I failed to notice that once again Ted has used my journal to prop up the short leg of our kitchen table. I feel so bad when I neglect this book because so much has changed in all of your lives or you yourselves have changed, and I don't know where to pick up the threads. I hope that you're all doing well, though! Well, most of you, anyhow.
It's scary how fast time flies sometimes! In about two months, I'll be celebrating both my first wedding anniversary and Nympha's birthday. I doubt we'll do much of anything for our anniversary, but I am determined - come hell or high water - to have a little party for Nympha. Ted suggests we should just invite Patrick, her infantile betrothed, over and leave them alone with a bottle of vodka and some orange juice, however, I doubt our daughter wants to have a liver hard enough to use as a Buldger by the time she reaches primary school. Honestly! I'm hoping that enough time spent in the company of Otto, Ice Box, Gummy, Squinty, Dung, and all those other fine models of sobriety and decorum will forever put Nympha off of unwholesome things such as alcohol and living in sexual squalor. It really is a path to a lonely life where people mock you and you don't even realise it.
Other than that somewhat startlingly revelation, I'm now a Trainee Healer in the Dai Llewellyn ward at St. Mungo's! I had applied to there last year after I left Hogwarts, but circumstances prevented me from taking their job offer then unfortunately. However, now that Ted's mum Helena has retired from her teaching job, she's available to watch Nympha during the day for us. So we might actually have two Knuts to rub together! How exciting is that?
OH! OH! OH! Nympha went to her doctor yesterday, and she's 10 kilograms and 74 centimetres long! She also has six teeth! AND HAIR! I have about five million bows and Alice bands in every colour imaginable now, and Angie made her a crochet hat that looks like a strawberry with earflaps and a little green pom-pom on top! It'll give you cavities, I swear, but it's definitely worth it! If Polaroids didn't cost so damn much, I'd show you all. But you know how the story goes! Sorry!
Okay! I have to go drop off Dorrie at her grandmother's now, which is fine since I've rambled for long enough today in this book. Goodbye!
It's scary how fast time flies sometimes! In about two months, I'll be celebrating both my first wedding anniversary and Nympha's birthday. I doubt we'll do much of anything for our anniversary, but I am determined - come hell or high water - to have a little party for Nympha. Ted suggests we should just invite Patrick, her infantile betrothed, over and leave them alone with a bottle of vodka and some orange juice, however, I doubt our daughter wants to have a liver hard enough to use as a Buldger by the time she reaches primary school. Honestly! I'm hoping that enough time spent in the company of Otto, Ice Box, Gummy, Squinty, Dung, and all those other fine models of sobriety and decorum will forever put Nympha off of unwholesome things such as alcohol and living in sexual squalor. It really is a path to a lonely life where people mock you and you don't even realise it.
Other than that somewhat startlingly revelation, I'm now a Trainee Healer in the Dai Llewellyn ward at St. Mungo's! I had applied to there last year after I left Hogwarts, but circumstances prevented me from taking their job offer then unfortunately. However, now that Ted's mum Helena has retired from her teaching job, she's available to watch Nympha during the day for us. So we might actually have two Knuts to rub together! How exciting is that?
OH! OH! OH! Nympha went to her doctor yesterday, and she's 10 kilograms and 74 centimetres long! She also has six teeth! AND HAIR! I have about five million bows and Alice bands in every colour imaginable now, and Angie made her a crochet hat that looks like a strawberry with earflaps and a little green pom-pom on top! It'll give you cavities, I swear, but it's definitely worth it! If Polaroids didn't cost so damn much, I'd show you all. But you know how the story goes! Sorry!
Okay! I have to go drop off Dorrie at her grandmother's now, which is fine since I've rambled for long enough today in this book. Goodbye!