Nothing lasts. Just when I feel like I've got the hang of something to do with The Boy, I notice that he's moved right on and my new skills are redundant. Today I realised that he's barely a baby any more. He's on the cusp of toddlerhood. This watershed moment was defined by two bona fide tantrums.
The first was small and actually quite amusing, on the kitchen floor (belly down, kicking, heart-wrenching sobs) and was triggered by ?
The second one was quite terrifying, in public, walking across the park (screams, tears, blotchy face, wriggling and kicking in buggy/while walking/in husband's arms/in my arms). Caused by ?
The first was small and actually quite amusing, on the kitchen floor (belly down, kicking, heart-wrenching sobs) and was triggered by ?
The second one was quite terrifying, in public, walking across the park (screams, tears, blotchy face, wriggling and kicking in buggy/while walking/in husband's arms/in my arms). Caused by ?
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