I had to search through five months’ worth of text messages to Timothy this morning, looking for some bank account information I’d forgotten.
Henry and I have had an interesting five months.
Kamikaze baby just took a head-first dive off the sofa. I was on the other side of the room and managed to catch him before he hit the ground, but ended up in some very painful splits. Next week I am putting him in one of those inflatable sumo suits, and that will be the end of it.
FYI. Henry plus Dyson Air Blade equals Armaggeddon. John Lewis was startled.
You know, we always start off breakfast so neat and tidy. And then somehow, by the end, we’re always here.
I have fallen out with tantrum boy for the day. I am running away to sea to be a ship’s monkey. We can Skype. They have Skype on ships, right?
Put Henry in his room while I took my call, and paid for it with an hour of hysterics. Took me 20 mins to persuade him to sit down long enough for me to use the loo. By which point things were rather desperate.
Btw I had a whodunnit dream in which you were the murderer! O the betrayal. You must be extra nice to people today.
Guess who just pulled the monitor off the wall, wrapping the wire round his neck as he fell and bringing the picture frame crashing down with it? He’s fine, I am not. UNFUNNY.
Got your £5. Had to be very nice to the cashier.
Did winks and everything.
No, not really.
Just had the biggest lol of my life feeding H an olive.
H just found out that the fridge magnets come off. Caught him eating Richard Hammond’s head.
H just did the biggest, mankiest sick all in my hair. I screamed and frightened him so he screamed, and now we both smell. Good times.
The batteries in Henry’s walker are running down. She sounds like she’s had hormone therapy and/or too many beers.
An astonishing proportion of that rear-ended deluge was raisins. That is all.
I had a sad dream about you last night. Try not to catch cancer today!
These aren’t scratches from Henry dropping my iPhone, I’ve just realised. These are tooth marks. Dude.
Ha! I love these ridiculous, hair-raising days. I want to trap him as he is so he can’t get any bigger.
I suspect that one day I’ll look back and wish for the simplicity of clearing up sick and keeping him still. For now, we need more disinfectant.