Like Father, Like Son. Almost.
by‘You just can’t beat those genetics!’ the message from a friend of mine read. She was referring to an incident I’d rather hoped she’d forgotten about.
‘You just can’t beat those genetics!’ the message from a friend of mine read. She was referring to an incident I’d rather hoped she’d forgotten about.
Not sure if having guests around makes my kids more gross than usual, or if I just notice it more when there’s an audience.
While bathing Miss3 tonight I had the pleasure of listening to a conversation between Tracey and Miss5.
You know that thing where it’s all going so well you really hope someone is watching and then your kids step in and change that?
I’m on my way to Sydeney tomorrow for The Remarkables Group’s 3rd birthday party and Tracey insisted I finally buy myself a mobile. Ish.
I don’t know about everyone else, but I have a morning routine and if I deviate from it things tend to go belly up.