Epic Parenting Fail of the Day.

I was standing in the playground this morning chatting when suddenly H sort of splattered face down right in front of me and behind a group of mums and teachers.

Every single person there turned round and instinctively bent down towards him.

Except me.

I laughed.

I am not a good parent...

Like Father, Like Son

This morning, snuggled up in bed with H I asked if he'd like a cuddle.

He reversed into me and said 'mummy, cuddle bottom'

I cuddled his bottom.

Cue the worlds biggest trump right in my face and lots of giggling from the child.

He quite obviously gets his sense of  humour from his father...

D-U-S-T = 'DONE!'

While H has his afternoon nap M and I have been working on her words.

She is currently singing a very very sad song about 'how much my mummy makes me cross', there is a very very sad dance as well.

I dont think this has gone particularly well.

They grow up so fast

M is off to her Valentines disco this evening.

I'm usually at the ptfa events because I'm on t'committee but I'm  strangely otherwise engaged at the moment so she's not used to being left there on her own.

I was just having a chat to check she was happy...turns out she is...

'Um, mummy, sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to dance with Freddie, so um, well that's that really Mummy'

I dont know if Freddie is aware of this plan.

Sorry Freddie...

It's all in the delivery

In hospital my drugs were delivered to me in a teeny paper pot.

At home my drugs are delivered to me in a shot glass.

Freedom!

They let me out!

That's it for this evening, I am making the most of my ridiculously peaceful house and I'm going to fully appreciate every single second of sleep I get tonight.

From the mouths of babes

When the kids came to visit yesterday evening they proudly presented me with their hand made get well soon cards.

This is M's

I'm not entirely sure why she thought I was in hospital but I seem to have sustained a serious head injury.
Although, that could be a hat.

This is H's

I asked him what it was, as even with my toddler trained eye I couldn't be sure.
The response was innocently honest;
"Mummy Mess!"

An astoundingly accurate portrait of how I was feeling at that exact moment.