Kids
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
Either you love 'em or you hate 'em. Or in the case of Fred West - both. Tell us your ankle-biter stories.
( , Thu 17 Apr 2008, 15:10)
« Go Back
Animals and Kids...
My youngest are boys, aged 1 and 2 (actually, they're only 11 months apart - don't believe midwives and their old wives tales about not being able to get pregnant if you're breastfeeding) are at the interesting/cute stage.
The 2 year old loves animals, and his younger brother tends to try to copy anything he does. This leads to some interesting encounters with our cats, especially when the boys decide they want to 'play' with the poor ginger sod. I had to stop the youngest from pulling out the cat's whiskers while his brother cuddled it half to death last night.
Too be fair to the cat, he'll never raise a paw in anger - no matter what they try and do. He just waits then plots his revenge...
...like the morning the cat found a mouse in the garden, played with it. Cue Mrs.Coops screaming as the cat returns home, and presents his toddler 'playmate' with a now half-dead mouse. And as with most children when given a new toy, he wouldn't let go off his 'Mooss' until Daddy was gotten out of bed to turn on the Thomas the Tank Engine DVD as a distraction.
Also, he's just learnt to say 'frog' - unfortunately it sounds alot like 'fuck' when he shouts it in Sainsburys.
( , Mon 21 Apr 2008, 8:35, Reply)
My youngest are boys, aged 1 and 2 (actually, they're only 11 months apart - don't believe midwives and their old wives tales about not being able to get pregnant if you're breastfeeding) are at the interesting/cute stage.
The 2 year old loves animals, and his younger brother tends to try to copy anything he does. This leads to some interesting encounters with our cats, especially when the boys decide they want to 'play' with the poor ginger sod. I had to stop the youngest from pulling out the cat's whiskers while his brother cuddled it half to death last night.
Too be fair to the cat, he'll never raise a paw in anger - no matter what they try and do. He just waits then plots his revenge...
...like the morning the cat found a mouse in the garden, played with it. Cue Mrs.Coops screaming as the cat returns home, and presents his toddler 'playmate' with a now half-dead mouse. And as with most children when given a new toy, he wouldn't let go off his 'Mooss' until Daddy was gotten out of bed to turn on the Thomas the Tank Engine DVD as a distraction.
Also, he's just learnt to say 'frog' - unfortunately it sounds alot like 'fuck' when he shouts it in Sainsburys.
( , Mon 21 Apr 2008, 8:35, Reply)
« Go Back