10 Things I've Learned as a Parent This Week (#14)

1.Planning all the stuff you're gonna get done while the baby naps BEFORE they're asleep is like deciding what to spend your lottery win on before you've bought a ticket.

2.We need the machine they use to jet wash the pigeon shit off the statues in Trafalgar Square just to clean our Jumperoo.

3.Singing a happy song is the only way to get through a really horrific nappy change.

4.Velcro bibs attack all the other washing in the machine like sticky parasitic bastards.

5.My 8 month old boys often gaze at the lounge lamp with the reverence of a pair of rednecks witnessing a flying saucer.

6.Babies can be more uncooperative than a supermarket trolley on cobbles.

7.On the wrong day, counting the milk formula scoops into the bottle is harder than following a free form jazz signature.

8.After bedtime the nursery floor creaks like a listed building.

9.Babies need more clothes than Madonna - they'll never stop finding new and inventive ways to soil them.

10.Watching your little one return to their smiley self after battling a bad cold for a week is pure magic.

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Monica Castello said…

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5 February 2016 at 14:23

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