...the scene where the little one is eating his dinner like "a piggy at the trough".
Last night DS drank his milk with a spoon and ate his veg soup with his hands while sitting on a dump truck pulled up to a chair. This morning breakfast was eaten on a towel in the living room.
I haven't decided yet if I should care about all this, but I know my mother is rolling over in her grave.
Last night DS drank his milk with a spoon and ate his veg soup with his hands while sitting on a dump truck pulled up to a chair. This morning breakfast was eaten on a towel in the living room.
I haven't decided yet if I should care about all this, but I know my mother is rolling over in her grave.







