Clucky, Clucky, Clucky

This afternoon, I went with my mum-in-law to visit her sister's new grandson in MA and my cluckiness is now through the roof. I spent the entire time playing with his big sister Emma, and the reason I don't have a picture of the new baby is that I was busy having tea and pizza, and playing dress-up. And giving big tickles and making belief that my knee was a horsie. (I only managed this picture because Emma wanted to see my kitty cats on the camera and someone thought to take this picture while I had the camera out.)

Up till a few years ago, I really didn't care too much for spending time with children. These days, you have to drag me from them. I don't know if it's because I'm now in my early 30s or whether my hubs is the first man who ever made me actually want kids. Either way, I can't wait to start a family... hopefully soon. In the meantime I have my toddler nieces to play with.

 [Clucky: Australian slang for feeling broody or maternal]