It’s 17:30, mom is starting her third beer, I am drinking my first (which is actually yesterday’s first – since my op I haven’t really drunk much in a go).
In the first instance mom
kicked me out of the house, gently persuaded me, to take TT to the park.
She refused to wear her snow boots. Or indeed any boots. And there was snow.
Not vast amounts, as it is melting, but it was there. She got wet.
But there were moments of cuteness
She then found (and ignored) a stick
No. There was no stick song.
We stayed out for about 45 minutes, and she had a whale of a time. But she did end up soaking wet due to snow and falling down.
I had to bribe her with candy to get her back in the pram! She totally charmed the man behind the counter in the grocery store though 😂🤣
Then came dinner. Sigh.
Yes, it went about as well as expected.
Take a guess, dear audience as to which bowl on the right hand side belonged to which child….
She scoffed it. We are having the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Honestly, even though I am tooting my own horn more than a little, it actually tastes really good!!!
#1 Son on the other hand? I basically begged him to eat three mouthfuls. Total bust.
I’ll keep trying…