I am in desperate need of new jeans. These were bought at Top Shop in 2001 and are looking a tad shabby now. Both knees are gone and the bum is about to go too. My other pair of jeans have also been worn to death and no longer fit my post-baby body (which is smaller than my pre-baby body, I'm chuffed to say). That just leaves sweatpants and I'm not ready to surrender to those yet. Get me to a Savemart stat!
In other news, the kid is almost sitting up by himself. He is now an ambi-roller, and though it makes him grumpy, can get about on the floor by shuffling on his tummy. I am kind of dreading when he starts crawling - I can just imagine the chaos when he discovers the bookshelf, the CDs, the piles of the Postie's art supplies. Fun.