Out of the mouths of babes...

Me: I need to do some work sweetie, whilst daddy clears snow from the front door, up the drive, up the steps and around to the front door of the church, so mummy can get to the 8am service tomorrow morning...
Wee man: Mummy, we watch telebision peese
Me: Why don't you bring something into my study to play with whilst I work?

[Wee man disappears into living room - returns with pot of crayons, disappears again, returns with his little stool, disappears again, returns with his drink, sets up said items at a small table in my study...

Me: what are you doing baby?
Wee man: I need paper, I working at my desk, I very busy

There's so much to think is very sweet - there's so much wrong with this too...

2 years - a whole 2 years since I last posted anything!
Which means my little tiny baby boy is now 2 and a half...
He's not a baby any more.
One minute he fitted in the crook of my arm, tiny and dependant;
now he's doing the hokey-cokey with a toy kangaroo and shouting gleefully 'look at me mummy - bottom in, bottom out...."'

So now I've remembered my log-in details, I shall update you, dear reader, on the last 2 years :-)

And in case you think we now live in Hobbiton - he is looking through the bedroom porthole in our narrowboat!