Still chewing my fingers but now in mystification

So yeah hi I'm back! Sorry about ignoring you all so callously. I had planned to blog while in Austria, but then my days looked like this:

• no sleep
• no sleep
• nursing
• no sleep
• childcare
• breakfast
• skiing, pub-crawling, skiing, eating, skiing, back to pub (oh yeah, woe is me - that part was pretty good)
• childcare
• fall asleep in the bath
• childcare
• nursing
• eating
• childcare
• no sleep
• no sleep
• no sleep

... and repeat. So it was pretty good, but there was no time whatsoever to even check my email (well, maybe I peeked at your comments just once), in spite of all the free internet in the hotel. I should have scheduled some brilliant old posts, of course, like that time I had my PENIS for the length of my TWAT. (Please new readers, click through - it isn't nearly as rude as it sounds. Honest.) Yes, that would have been clever. And it would have meant that you all didn't spend more than a week crying over my absence. (You have permission to stop weeping now. You're welcome.)

Charlie didn't get sick in the end. I did spend the two first nights feeding him pretty much continuously and felt tremendously proud when my mother said I had "nursed him through it." I'm not sure there's any such thing as nursing a baby through an impending ear infection but it felt good anyway. So, now I'm back and I need a holiday (the return journey took nearly fifteen hours), but I will try and post more often.

I will leave you with the mysterious tale of the multiplying Hilfigers. Going on holiday, I took one pair of jeans. (Hilfigers - ooh aren't I posh? (Outlet jeans which make my bum look peachy, what can I say?)) Coming back, I found two pairs of Hilfiger jeans in my suitcase. When I went to put on my jeans this morning, I thought they were awfully roomy and they felt a bit weird.

They're a size bigger than the other pair I took but the same length. I just don't get it. It's not like housekeeping ruined my other pair and cunningly replaced them, because the original pair were still in there as well. We were in a room with just the five of us, so no similar-size girls around, unless Babes isn't telling me something. I am mystified, and at the same time I wish they'd been a size smaller because I could do with another pair of jeans that actually fit me. Ah well.