Morning fuckers
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I went to bed when O did last night. And thank fuck he slept til 5.30 then decided to be up for the day grrrrr. I am verrrrrrrry thankful for a proper sleep. Even if it was a fucking early start
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DP is getting on my nerves. A LOT. Just little things. Maybe I'm just being hormonal
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I took O and DS1 to my aunts house yesterday. It was my cousins birthday, and they decided to do a sort of school fayre type theme, with games and a raffle etc! (It was to raise money for my other cousin who is doing something - I forget what).
Well, they had a hook a duck, in a paddling pool. Guess who would NOT leave the fecking pool alone? Yup, O. So ended up stripping him off, putting him in with 30 ducks with hooks
and he was hilarious, crawling around and thrashing about, water going everywhere, giggling like mad...
He's earned a reputation in the family for being the most fearless baby until he fucking hurts himself of course
. He was such hard work though, I ended up only staying 2 hours and missing most of it. I just couldn't keep him entertained without him getting in to trouble.
There was another 9 month old baby there who sat like a little doll, and played with her toys.
Mind you, her sister was a PITA!! Stealing O's toys and her sisters toys to stop O from playing with them!
So I didn't feel too bad haha! 