When they were both wee nippers, one of my brothers hit the other one around the head with a toy milk float. It was probably the most dangerous use of a milk float until that episode of Father Ted where the evil milkman places a bomb on his milk float and Dougal gets stuck driving…
Category: the perils of toddlerhood
Piglet Takes First Steps. Mummy Misses It.
As you may have guessed from the title, today was the momentous day that Piglet started walking. I am henceforth to be found training for the one hundred metre sprint at the 2016 Olympics. After all, I am going to be running after him from now on and he is FAST. Very fast, for somebody…
How I Am Now Piglet’s Dadda
Piglet, as we all know, does not have a dadda. He does, however, like to say “dadda” a lot, thus proving that the word is nothing more than a meaningless piece of baby babble. A small victory for all mothers across the nation who are fretting that their children are obsessed with their fathers and…
Dangerous Times
Piglet is now a year old, and therefore almost a toddler. I say almost, as he has not yet mastered the art of walking, and needs to be escorted around by a helpful adult, such as me or (more often) Granny, holding his hand at all times. It’s just as well that he is always…