The Princess is somewhere over the rainbow...

Me and Rach have joked that Abby's donor must have been a gay man; she has a total Sarah Jessica-Parker style shoe obsession and she loves dressing up as a princess. Thankfully her two nieces have donated a bunch of Disney dresses that are too small for them, the only trouble is she wants to wear them all the time and it makes her a bit overdressed for the nursery. At the moment she is obsessed with Snow White, she does sometimes call me the handsome prince though so it's not all bad ;-). Shopping in town is also a complete nightmare if we go past a ladies shoe shop; Last year while shopping in the Arndale Centre she dragged us into an expensive shoe shop and had a major tantrum when none of the "princess shoes" fitted her...

Abby and me watched the Wizard of Oz today (while Rachel took Oscar to the shops in search of clothes for a perpetual dribbler), it was embarrassingly enjoyable but Abby got very scared of the wicked witch so we decided to go outside for a walk in the autumn leaves instead. I sung Somewhere over the Rainbow to her, I don't think she was very impressed (!) but she did join in. Later on me and Rach managed to get both kids sound asleep in bed at a reasonable time. This meant we had time to catch the end of the X Factor with a Mango Lounge takeaway; Laura has lost proving once and for all that the general public have no taste although her version of "Somewhere over the Rainbow" allegedly chosen by mentor (!!?) Cheryl Tweedy was pretty dire. Great voice though. I blame Mariah Carey for having such a pants back catalogue.

We have recently found out that Abby has an imaginary friend called Jordy. I just hope I don't start seeing Jordy or I really will have to cut down on the Ceftazidime.