Tom had a birthday. He is now 2. Charlie, despite her protestations, is yet to have her birthday, so is till 3.
Why is it that they seem, combined, many more than 5.
My days of mothering are becoming increasingly absorbed in mediation and confict management. The incessant whingeing and whining is only just adequately compensated by the cuddles and snuggles and kisses and basic compliance.
Tom wants to come everywhere with me. If I go to the kitchen then "tom a'coming tooooo". If it is the bathroom to where I am headed, then "tom a'coming toooooooo", but it matters not where I am going - or what I had hoped to do once there, for there's bugger all chance that he wants to be put down. Hey, Tom, I'm going to empty the stuff out of the trailer....Tom a'coming, toooo. Okay, but you'll have to sit over there and watch. No...Tom a'coming tooo, up Dad, awwy-oooooo (means carry you).
About the only time he doesn't demand a'coming tooo and awwy-oooo is at bedtime when he insists that he is doing it by himself, despite being unable to opent he door, turn on the light, turn off the light or get into his bed without being awwy-oooo'ed.
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=) So cute!! How blessed to have a shadow like Tom!
He is so adorable. I hope to see you back on here again soon, I really miss reading your blogs!