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Changing your child’s nappy in public.
Title says it all really, one big battle waged at four feet off the ground with poo thrown in for good measure. Joyo.
Like this:
Tiddle, taddle, toddle.
Gruff’s not quite walking yet. He’s taking steps here and there but not quite the toddler just yet.
At eighteen months he’s another late walker in our family but it’s not long before I say goodbye to the baby phase forever.
Food in flight.
Things that I have had lobbed at me today:
Tomato, rice, chicken, sausage roll, egg, toast and a beaker.
I hope Gruff prefers eating tomorrow instead of throwing his food at his mother.
Like this:
Ball Pit of despair….the solution.
Happily suggested by jemjabella and challenged by Alice at spaghettithoughts
Enjoy!
Like this:
Ball Pit of despair.
Balls go in, balls go out, balls go in, balls go out, balls go in, balls go out.
And why, I ask myself, is the point of a ball pit, if my son insists on throwing ALL the balls out of it?
