Things carelessly left on top of the cd player are now on the floor... the clock is about to join them... and I wonder why nothing ever gets done!
I can't wait until he gets to the stage of asking "WHY? WHY? WHY?"
He'll finally be able to get me back for saying "NOT IN YOUR MOUTH... NOT IN YOUR MOUTH... NOT IN YOUR MOUTH..." so often that I feel like a broken record. (He has to taste-test absolutely everything at the moment - and I mean everything! "mmmm rocks")
Anyway, it's well past midnight, and I have to wash his bottles, dishes & highchair before I
I love his capacity to increase my self-awareness. I will suddenly notice that he has been looking sad or grumpy for a while and ask "What's wrong, little love?" Then, when I smile at him, I will feel from the muscles in my cheeks & forehead that mummy has been walking around with a face like a storm cloud again... oops! He is the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow!
PS. how's this for a fashion statement?
Camo overalls, strawberry kneepads and 'Hello Kitty' socks. Do you think he'll forgive me if I show him this when he's a teenager?