S decides he wants out or me to breastfeed him.I pick him up and smell a familiar smell ...hmm my brain is slowly ticking over, my olfactory nerves are tingling
no it wasn't poop ...
no it wasn't my older's son deodorant
no it wasn't roses (but I did stop to smell them yesterday out my window).I couldn't place it at first then I remembered oh no
I then see the evidence down the side of his (before I sprayed it with preen) His face was surprisingly clean. Not my Lindt chocolate ball I *cry*
So the little
On a sadder note ... Wednesday J climbed a top the dining room table and played with the Christmas tree and smashed a very precious glass bauble ... my little angel baby's name ornament.I was sad, he wasn't hurt but he cried when I roused on him.
Today ... I feel doomed as both the boys can climb over the couch (lounge)
out of the once secure play area.We were taking it down for Christmas anyway but I am not ready to let them loose in the house ... when will I get free time to do my
It used to be safe to let them play beside me contained and secure. My computer used to safe but no longer *help* ! Santa all I want for Christmas is a "Supernanny".