So you remember that time I wrote about 26 being the year of beige and that nothing good ever comes of being 26 i.e no laughing (‘cos every giggle leaves a wiggle), no railcard and no eating pancakes without having to knock yourself out with a kettle bell for an hour. Well, let me just fold all that back in my mouth, like right back until it’s tickling my dummy thing that I never know the name of – it’s not your tonsils (I know that much). But yeah, that dangly willy thing.
On 21st February, I had the best present of all. Weighing in at 9lbs 14 and swaddled in pink – nope, it’s just a smidgen better than a big ol’ parcel of Glazed Raspberry Krispy Kremes – my little niecey arrived. That’s right! I got myself a niece for my birthday and now I’m already planning our joint birthday parties – enter the embarrassing crazy aunty. After years of thinking literally no one was born in February and that I’m gonna die a lonely, ol’ Pisces, albeit one who now knows where and where not to use a pumice stone, (if you follow me on Instagram you’ll know exactly what fresh scraping hell I went through with that saga. What can I say, we Pisces are real creative when we wanna be), I’ve gone and got myself a bday twin, and a very special one at that.
She was a week late – pretty much the same as me, give or take a day – and while I was desperately pleading with my sister to ya know, do the honourable thing and shove a cork up there until my birthday, I knew the chances of her actually joining me in time for cake were pretty slim. Again, a week old and she’s already making sure Aunty Ri-Ri (struggles of having a ridiculously hard name to spell and say eh), knows who rules the roost. She’s obsessed with eating and she hates her bum getting cold so ya know, that’s two things we have in common already. I’m just waiting for the confirmation that she hates her hair being washed and then I’ll know we’re kindred soles…
Writing this reminded me of something actually, *big cliche coming up but entirely true*, at work we all get a Colin the Caterpillar cake on our birthday and as I shut my peepers to blow out all 20 (ahem) of my candles, I remember wishing for baby Amber to arrive in time to share my birthday with me. So there you have it, proof that if you shut your eyes tight enough, wishes really do come true!
She’s obsessed with eating and she hates her bum getting cold so ya know, that’s two things we have in common already. I’m just waiting for the confirmation that she hates her hair being washed and then I’ll know we’re kindred soles…
Something tells me our bond is gonna be pretty special from now and for years to come and I’m totally in awe of my sister for teaching me a whole new kind of love twice over with both of her children. They’ve made every one of my giggles well and truly worth the wiggles. Anyway, g2g because I’m writing this on the train while sat next to a man who keeps jolting his right elbow approximately every 20-30 seconds, I think, it’s hard to tell. It comes and goes in bursts, in fact I think it could be a tick and now I feel like an awful human being, (bad aunty) but if I don’t shut my eyes and pretend it isn’t happening I might have to rub my dirty hair all over him – you guys know I can’t deal with this kinda sh*t on trains. Love you bye ♥
