She’d rather top and tail with me. (Throw an extra blanket over me [thanks for thinking of me kid, but I’m already cooking] and kick the shit out of me all night)
She woke up this morning with a yawn, stretch and smile so she’s fine and told me she had a ‘lovely sleep’ – I thought, good for you hunny, at least one of us did (because I didn’t) as I gave her a kiss and poured her ‘monkey cereal’ (yummy, healthy coco pops)
I’ve resigned myself to the fact that It’s one of those days where everything has to be done with a baby on my hip. Making coffee, sweeping the floor, tidying Ninas assault course etc.
Bobbi is in fear that she’ll physically stop living if I dare to put her down.
I’m in fear that I’ll end up looking like hell boy as she weighs a fair whack these days.
While she slept I sneakily did the unthinkable put her down to cut the grass 💪🏻 (it’s now dead. Like totally yellow/brown – but now I won’t feel like there are bugs on me when I’m hanging out the washing and that stinging nettle that was as high as Ninas face is gone 😀)
Just call me Magnus Magnusson as this involved moving the swing and the climbing frame and doing something that no wife should EVER have to do – I had to enter (dun dun dun) the shed!
Dan, I’m sorry, I’ve fucked up your super special ‘shed settings’ – I may as well have set fire to it as I’m buggered if I can remember how it was even crammed in there in the first place 🙈
But also – I’m super ace as I saved you a job so you’re welcome 😘
I’m going for a well earned nap now.