First the handsome husband working that cape, then the airport chic tweet - and now Amy's getting the chislers in on the act by borrowing some of their (oft times necessary) appendages - or, as they're called in our house 'MEEEE DOOOOOOOOO!"

The dress is exceptionally cute, but teaming it with a stripy turtle neck makes it similar to what I sent the child to creche in this morning. The make or break component for this ensemble is obviously the footwear. If she's wearing heels or high boots, that could change things. If she's sporting jelly sandals, Crocs or Converse in any form, that's another matter entirely.

As for Amy's thoughts on her namesake's impending visit to Dublin... She should totally pitch that idea to RTE. We'd watch. 

And, finally, here is Amy echoing most mother's thoughts - apart from the last bit. Sadly by 10am, I have the one earplug in (enough to muffle any random sleep cries during the night, but not enough to block out all out war) and the eye mask (husband likes to read into the wee hours, drowns out the voices) tangled in the perma-bun.

If I send on the notes littered all over my desktop, will you write my book for me, Amy? Thanks.