Bill Weasley:

Woke up to Fleur crying over Fabian's crib this morning. She (nor I) could believe how his birthday has snuck up on us like it has. It's hard to believe that a year ago he was the sole Weasley infant and now they seem to be popping up all over the place.

Note: Should go 'round and see Fred and Katie. Expose Fabian to Weasley twins early, try and build up an immunity (not that it ever works.) Pop around to Tonks too? See how that one is? Also, should make offer to Charlie and Daphne that I made to Fred and Katie. Help is only an owl or floo away as are a multitude of outgrown clothes and toys.

Though Fleur is making hints at keeping some of them. She wants another baby.

Note: Don't let her around Mum too much.

Fabian said da-da today.

Fluer said it was just gas, but I think she's just jealous that his first word wasn't ma-ma.

My son is a genius.

Four days until the Christmas Party. Three days until Gabby's birthday. I'm pretty sure Fleur's going on a cleaning whirlwind. I mostly stay out of her way. Good news though, Gabby's mostly forgiven me for transferring her over with Diaz and Lewis.

Christmas is just over a week away. I think I have everyone shopped for.

Fleur
Gabby
Mum
Dad
Charlie
Percy
Fred & Katie
Ron
Ginny
Penelope
Jack
Tonks & Bishop

I just wonder if I should get anything for Gin's, Charlie's, or Ron's significant others. I suppose I should and all, in the spirit of the holidays and such.

So I'm thirty-three today. I can deal with that. It was worse turning thirty. I don't want to think about forty. I'm not ready to be an adult yet. Never mind I have what feels like two children. Gabby hasn't owled too much about school recently. But that should be normal. End of term exams and all. She'll be home within the week.

Of course, with my birthday comes the start of the Christmas shopping season. Even if my brothers fail to remember to get me a gift, they get in a right snit if I don't give them something. Gits. But they've all send me a birthday present by now, save for Percy, so I guess they all deserve something. This year's list is longer than lasts. Of course, some people haven't remained dead and some were discovered.

Crap. What am I going to get a six year old boy like Jack? I know what I would have liked, but Jack's a bit different. That, coupled with the fact I haven't spent a whole lot of time with him, leaves me in a bit of a quandary. I'll ask his mother. Or Mum

Fuck. So tired. Fabian's been fussy all night and won't go down. Fluer's been insisting that I take him to see Ginny, but I wonder why she can't.

It's probably best I don't voice that opinion. I like sleeping with my wife.

Gabby hasn't owled in awhile. Hopefully this means school is going better now. Or she's still mad at me. It's still a toss up.

School starts for Gabby in a few short days and I think we're all feeling a bit blue about the fact. Fluer still wants to go back to work, but who will take care of Fabian during the day?

We still haven't figured that out.

Ron has a game tomorrow and I did get tickets for the three of us to go, but it's all up to Gabby if she wants to or not. After all, its one of her last days.

I think Benoît and Apolline have stooped to a new low this time.

They've owled Fleur and myself, asking if we could see Gabby off to school because they've decided to extend their trip to Brazil because they were detained by Fabian's birth. After all, do they really need to be there for her seventh send off?

I don't think I've ever been so thankful for mum and dad. They'd drop most anything for the seven five of us. And they always saw us off to Hogwarts.

Gabby's now sulking in her room and Fleur's agreed to stay home tonight while I meet with friends and family at the usual place.

Gabby won't talk to me and hasn't since I dragged her home last night, a good ninety minutes after her curfew. She hasn't spoken a word of English today, knowing fully that I can only pick up basic French. Monday is going to be horrible.

Fabian doesn't want to sleep. Fluer's passed out. Gabby's holed up in her room. I'm tired. Must ask Mum and Dad why they aren't nutters.