Grotty but pleased

I really feel like I'm slacking off with this blog, and that's a bummer because I have so many posts floating around in my brain, but just never seem to get around to writing any...

Maybe I should go on a course on time management, or something.

Anyway. D came down with a monstruous cold the other day, so of course I now have it too and feel suitably craptastic. CANNOT. STOP. SNEEZING. FEEL. LIKE. MY. HEAD. WILL. EXPLODE. (Would actually quite like it to explode at the moment, might make me feel better.) And although I can most definitely sympathise with the "stop whining, think of all those people who have it so much worse than you" argument, I can't help but counteract with my own "yes, but think about all those who have it so much better...".

But this too shall pass, as they say.

And I'm actually feeling quite pleased: Mrs C. has tagged me, and there's nothing more likely to bring a smile to my face than having concrete proof that I'm not writing this merely for my own pleasure... I love it all - comments, being tagged, winning prizes...

So, here's the deal:

1. Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures.

2. Pick the 4th picture in that folder.

3. Explain the picture.

4. Tag 4 people to do the same.

And here's my picture:

This is a picture of L, taken by the doing-the-rounds photographer at the clinic where she was born at the end of April 2004. She's probably about 2 days old in this, and is already well on her way to the full-blown jaundice attack that got her put in a sort of incubator thing under a whacky blue light for a day or so. And of course, I only had yellow clothes...

It's hard to imagine that she's actually pretty pale-skinned (though not aspirin-white like I am).

She was born at 36 weeks, 5 days and weighed a mighty 2.4 kg (a whole 200 g more than her big sister) for 45 cm. A shrimp, in other words. But a pretty healthy one (again, compared to her sister who had hypoglycaemia, wouldn't eat, didn't gain weight...).

True to form, she slept all day and was awake all night (her sleeping patterns have always been...how shall I put this?...erratic), didn't like milk (of any kind) and cried and vomited a lot. She's often been incredibly difficult (about eating, about sleeping, about just about anything in fact) but can also be perfectly adorable, the cutest little pumpkin you ever did see. She's now 4 and 3/4 (as of today, 27 Jan!), tall and skinny, bright as a button and feisty as hell. And I love her to bits.

Now, on to the tagging:

First off, my dear bloggy friend, Cha Cha; then, Betsy who's moving to France (welcome!); then, the Jenn (check out her recipe blog, too, it's great) and, finally, Busted, who probably needs to be tagged to help her fill in her days! Can't wait to see your photos, guys!