"I want to see the boats, why can't I see the boats, I never see the boats". My son said as we where standing on Tenby harbour. Another of my favourite lines is " I love milk, I love bananas, I don't like banana milkshake".

busy, busy, busy.

It's all happening here, as well as my responsibilities as a father and husband I've been co-ordinating a project in Ringland (the housing estate in Newport and not a male brothel), painting a mural type thing for the "Coffee Square" in Beddau (if any ones passing call in and take a look, let me know what you think), I've also got the second draft of my final piece of course work to hand in for my evening class, my job search commitments, all this and I'm still managing to fit in nine hours of t.v. a day.

My daughter appears to be some kind of nappy filling Jedi. Don't get me wrong I'm no stranger to baby poo. My son is no amateur in that department. Aimee however is in a whole other league, she can squirt it up the front, down either leg or both legs at the same time. I can only remember Dan getting poo in his hair a couple of times at the most. Aimee's covered from toes to scalp twice a day at the very least.