Poo Monster

This one's for Poo Monster. Before Boob Baby and the MD there was Poo Monster. I remember looking at him when I was pregnant wondering how I could ever love something more than I loved his little face. Sure, Spotty Crotch was there but he barely tolerates me. He only has eyes for Mr DD,... Continue Reading →

Lesson eleven: Hippies lie too

I've been trying to close the boob bank overnight. I had two glorious nights where young Boob Baby (boob by name boob by nature) only woke once. This was just to lure me in to a false sense of security before knocking me right back in to 'team no sleep' with a thud. So my... Continue Reading →

Lesson eight: Our house is a death trap

With a baby crawling about again I'm reminded what a death trap our house is. There's the choking hazards, the poisoning risks, stairs, fire, fury and four little beings hell bent on exploring each one.  First up there's everything that goes in their mouths. Spotty Crotch and Boob Baby are determined to steal the MDs... Continue Reading →

Lesson one: Only have hard floors

I should have learnt this lesson before the kids came along, dogs alone should have taught me. I like the gamble of going out without the dogs. Who knows what the little shits will get up to while they're alone. Like the time Spotty Crotch learned to open the doors but ripped his claw off... Continue Reading →

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