Han mådde hur bra som helst igår, full av energi och röjde järnet som vanligt. Åt som en liten shetlandsponny till lunch, och i alla fall en glupsk labbe till middag. Vällingen absorberades som vattnet i en tvättsvamp medan vi tittade på kobror på TV.
Sov till halv sex i morse, och sen var det full fart igen. En yttepytte testspya innan jag åkte till jobbet, som repetition inför den stora som hade Liam som mottagare. Och soffan.
Så kan det gå när inte haspen är på.
I min spåkula ser jag ett hemmavarande barn i morgon...
Why not start off the day with a renewed show off of puking capabilites?! Luckily I was not the recipient of this cascade, but daddy Liam. Thank you, my dear son!!
Yesterday he was his normal full-of-beans-self. Ate lunch like a shetland pony, and gulped down his dinner in a way a labrador would have envied him. His evening välling was absorbed like water in a wash sponge, while watching kobras on telly.
Slept until half five this morning and then he was all steam ahead. He delivered a teensy weensy little test puke before I headed off to work, as a rehearsal for the great one with Liam on the address tag. And the couch.
All in a mornings work!
In my great wisdom I foresee a child at home tomorrow...
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