Well, the fourth baby did it! Life became too full for a while there, and I just did not have the gumption to get on the internet in the evenings and record my thoughts, observations, frustrations and occasional outbursts in the blogosphere.
But Number Four will be one next week, and I finally feel as though I am getting back to normal energy levels at last. Thank god. I say that with a heavy cold, having been up till 2am with Number 3 coughing after a strenuous day of skiing at Shymbulak, so it can't be bad at all.
Full update will follow. In the meantime, I want to start using my blog for what I set it up for: to remember my time in Kazakhstan and the things that happen with the children all being so young. And on that note, I will record Number 1's question at supper the other day.
"Mummy, when will we start going on boring holidays?" she asked
"What do you mean, boring holidays?"I said. (We had just returned from a pretty awesome spring break in England, replete with about a zillion snow drops, the Camper started every time, superb, wild, windy beach days, classic landscapes, CBBC telly, treats from Waitrose.... heaven as far as I was concerned.)
"Oh you know, those holidays where you go to the same swimming pool every day for ages and ages and ages," she explained.
Oh! those kind of holidays! Well, we will have to see what we can do.