This morning I asked a simple, small favour of my beloved eight year old son. Whoops. Sorry, eight and a half year old son. Something like “Can you please move out of the way?” or “Can you open the door for me please?” Ever the smartarse – he must have…
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I was under the impression taht ‘co-sleeping’ meant that sleep was had by all co-sleepers. I was sadly mistaken. Weeks of broken sleep and running around all over the place had left me somewhat exhausted. Fatigued. Tired beyond belief. I articluated this well, I thought. Something along the lines of…
This has been sitting in my fridge for a week now:
After the incident of the Discovery of the Tooth Fairy a month ago, Monkey Boy’s tooth finally fell out! Yep, it took a month. No idea why I bother trying to be organised and plan ahead for things sometimes. He came in, proudly proferring his gap and flashing his tooth…