#pblogger enjoying #daysout in #Bristol & beyond ~ Navigating a social life with a #baby in tow ~ Attempting to #travel ~ Currently trying to get out the door
Me: How do you think we got such a good one?
Husband: Luck...
Me: You don't think it was excellent genes and good parenting?
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He is 13.5 months and hardly eating anything but bananas, baby snack foods and cream crackers. Is this normal?
Two months ago he was eating anything and everything.
Me: Ivor would you like to come and play blocks with Mummy?
Ivor: No I have to inspect this very important object thoroughly from all possibly angles.
(It was a spoon)
Ivor where is the remote control?
Yeah
Did you move it?
Yeah
Is it behind the sofa?
Yeah
No its not where is it?
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Can you just learn to talk and tell me where it is?
Yeah
You are mocking me, child.
Ivor is being what I can only describe as a "complete and utter wanker". He is back in bed thinking about whether throwing blocks and hitting Mummy is an acdeptable way to act, even if you are tired. (Hes still screaming)
Thought Ivor might be feeling poorly. So gave him a dose of Calpol. Now he's screaming because I've put it away and wont let him have another spoonful.
I MUST HAVE THAT BANANA
No, you got up too early and you're cranky
I MUST HAVE THAT BANANA
How about a rice cake?
BITCH! I MUST HAVE THAT BANANA
Yogurt then.
ARE YOU AN IMBECILE! I MUST HAVE THAT BANANA
Ivor youve already had a banana
I MUST HAVE THAT BANANA
Ivor did a shit. It will be known as "The Great Shit". Fathers will tell there sons the story of the Great Shit for years to come. Grown men will try to emulate the Great Shit. They never will.