Kayla came home from school the other day with a new boyfriend, that’s five fella’s she has on the go now. She’s talking sleepovers, cinema dates and walking to school together. Their even holding hands. She’s four. I dread to think what she’ll be like when she’s fourteen.
We are now currently waiting 256 hours on a tooth to emerge. I know in the first five seconds of him walking up what kind of day we are going to have. I’ve sterilized a chisel and may become a dental nurse in the next day or two. Teething is NOT fun. I’m spending my days belting out ‘let it go, let it go’ Xfactor style, to keep him entertained because he loves it.
I found Kayla like this on Sunday morning. She had been calling me for ages, just a ‘mammy will ye help me for a minute?’ eventually to a ‘Mammy I’m going to DIE, if you don’t help me. I couldn’t breathe with laughter, told her to hang while I got the camera.
We also woke up late Friday morning; I drove to the school gates in my pajamas hoping to make the bell. Kayla mysteriously got stuck in her car seat and I had to get out, standing and struggling to dismantle her with fluffy slippers, nipples like stalactites and I can’t even explain in words what my hair was like. The shame. I’m pretty sure we won’t be having any play dates EVER!!.
I found Kayla at my make-up AGAIN!!
We gave this whole baby-led weaning thing a go again this week. This is how it ended up. He enjoyed it, me not so much. There was sweet potato EVERYWHERE!! I’m still cleaning it up.
We have a donkey of a dog who sheds ten thousand hairs a day and this happened…
So this week has been a long and eventful one but the BEST thing ever happened. The little lad said ‘mama’, not once but TWICE!! My almost seven months of humming ‘Twinkle twinkle’ little star, to the sound of ‘ma ma ma ma ma ma maaa’ actually worked.