One of them days today! The youngest toddler has just cried all morning. Whilst the maternal part of me feels like I should comfort and nurture him, another part wants to bang my head repeatedly into a brick wall to drown out the noise
If he isn't crying he is climbing. Balancing on ever increasing wobbly artifacts in an attempt to access whatever delights are just out of his reach.
Perhaps that's why he is crying. The injustice of his tiny height is just too much to take.
If it's that simple Perhaps I will get him some stilts ?
Oh God. Now they are partaking in another poo off. As soon as one mentioned the urge it's like a race. The other one scrambles first to the toilet.
I have two toilets, but obviously they both want to use the same one. Que further hysterical screaming.
As much as Quinn tried he just doesn't have the correct ammunition.
I've just got back from wiping his bum following his phantom poo.
Okay enough of the word poo already !
It's is the soundtrack to my life along with bum. But hopefully for your sanity not yours.
If it is, and you are suffering the same fate as me. I'm sorry! God speed.!
