lol norty, we are pushing the two sofas closer together so neither DD nor DS can get in to the corner they creatre and that's where the tree is going. DD can climb over the arms, but I'm hoping (snort) that she will leave well alone?
bumble is going to be a nightmare to wean off his dummy (an odd thought given that it took 12 weeks to get him to accept the fooking thing in the first place ). He loves them so much, calls them Momos and if you say "where's momo?" he flattens to the floor and looks under the sofa or else points to the shelves and shouts "Ugg"
Jammy, I hope your Dad is doing OK. DD is weord with cups; she will happily drink out of either, but we have tended to give her open cups at the table, and sippy cups when she is wandering around throughout the day.
I'm sitting in the middle of piles and piles of clutter. Need to have a clear out/tidy up so we can move the toys tubs to the junk spare room so we can get the tree set up in the aforementioned corner!!
OMG just watching the news about using diggers to get ATMs out of walls in Northern Island . Is there nothing that the criminal underworld won't do????
Oh, and my monumental news of the day is that I have resigned as chief cook!!! I told DS1 and DD that they can live on sandwiches from now on as I'm not cooking for them ever again after a week of all my efforts being refused, thrown on the floor, pinged across the table and basically...well...rejected. I have officially had ENOUGH