My ongoing confessions to a not so perfect life:

I was so tempted to find out the sex of B2 at my last scan and keep it a secret ... but then I thought better of it and reminded myself that I wanted the surprise, not S so it was a pretty stupid thing to do.

E watched Toy Story 3 twice, back to back on Sunday morning. In my defence, it was 4am and he was screaming the house down and this was the only thing that quietened him down so I could close my eyes on the lounge and pray the neighbours weren't hearing the screeching.

I finally cleaned out my makeup supplies ... I had lip glosses and mascaras in there that were over 10 years old! Not sure what I thought I was saving them for and it's pretty gross to think of applying 10 year old lipgloss now.

I hate play-doh! The smell, the texture, the way it gets under my nails ... so E hasn't got to play with it much at home. I'm going to rectify this though, overcome my aversions and whip it out this weekend for him.

I don't put S' washing away. I clean it, sort it and fold it, is it too much to ask he puts it on hangers and in drawers?

I am terrified B2 may have reflux like E did. Its been a long hard journey in this regard with E and I just don't know if it will break me having to go through those early days again and this time with a demanding toddler in the picture.

I adore the English Royal family and am hooked on anything Duchess Catherine related from her looks, likes, fashion etc. There is just something so likeable about them since Kate joined the family and the Queen, well she is just fabulous in every way.