When I grow up I want to be just like my mum.
No really I do, I doubt there could be any greater compliment.
When I grow up I want to be just like my mum.
No really I do, I doubt there could be any greater compliment.
As a blogger I get some lovely requests to run competitions and some get me rather excited. This competition is one of them..
A good friend of mine texted me today to tell me her son had christened the potty for the first time. I hasten to add her that she was also texting to say hi and wasn’t just regaling me with more poo stories. However, whilst remaining proud of her adorable little lad for firmly ‘dropping one’ in the pot; it was all I could do to not text back shouting;
“Noooooo don’t do it. Potty training is the devils work.”
Twin boys energy never ceases to amaze, from the moment he wakes (around 6.30am) till he goes to sleep (around 7pm) he talks.
And he talks, and he talks, and he talks…
In short he never bloody shuts up.