Who said what?
LD: I'm not working.
Mumma: "Oh no! Do you mean you're sick?
LD: (laughing as though Mumma is a bit dim) Nooo, Mumma! I'm not sick. I'm out of batteries. <--- Thank god it's not gastro!
After a particularly thrilling series of 'wins' on Ebay -
"I'm back, Ebay! I'm back, baby!" <--- Bidding sniper!
In reply to my lamentations of fat-arsedness and whatnot -
"I told you you're looking really sexy. You're such an idiot!" <--- Loves me!
"Apple" pronounced "Ahp-oom" <--- Genius!
Apart from today which basically never got off the ground for me and thus, found me sans patience, I have been working on my mumma skillz. No yelling, calm requests, deep breaths and lots of cuddles. It has been working. So highfives to me.
In honour of that, let's hit up the vault for a photo I absolutely love. It's LD and I on my very first Mother's Day circa 2008.
Moving begins on Wednesday when we get the keys with the big fuck-off, truck and strong men stuff occuring Saturday. The Little Mumma needs to make herself scarce if she is to get this move done. Apologies if I am not around much... And fingers crossed the reconnection of phone and internet goes off without a hitch so that I can get back to you tout de suite.
The Little Mumma loves you!