Glad that the smiles are coming thick and fast, and I hope they're the only thing.
Ah, the reliable daily poo, after which everything settles down and you know where you are and can safely head out for the day. I remember those days.
Alas, our small nappy-chappy is having some trouble in that department. We got to know some new people rather better than expected the other day when a certain small person colonised their loo for about an hour, tragically unable to either sh*t OR get off the pot. Tick tick tick went the clock, and the other party guests all went home while the lonely vigil went on upstairs... We ended up staying for dinner, rather than get out the crowbars. All ended happily, I am glad to say.
Happy eight weeks, master Ollie! How does it feel to be 1/6?
Jojo
· 5 years ago
Glad that the smiles are coming thick and fast, and I hope they're the only thing.
Ah, the reliable daily poo, after which everything settles down and you know where you are and can safely head out for the day. I remember those days.
Alas, our small nappy-chappy is having some trouble in that department. We got to know some new people rather better than expected the other day when a certain small person colonised their loo for about an hour, tragically unable to either sh*t OR get off the pot. Tick tick tick went the clock, and the other party guests all went home while the lonely vigil went on upstairs... We ended up staying for dinner, rather than get out the crowbars. All ended happily, I am glad to say.
Happy eight weeks, master Ollie! How does it feel to be 1/6?
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Ah, the reliable daily poo, after which everything settles down and you know where you are and can safely head out for the day. I remember those days.
Alas, our small nappy-chappy is having some trouble in that department. We got to know some new people rather better than expected the other day when a certain small person colonised their loo for about an hour, tragically unable to either sh*t OR get off the pot. Tick tick tick went the clock, and the other party guests all went home while the lonely vigil went on upstairs... We ended up staying for dinner, rather than get out the crowbars. All ended happily, I am glad to say.
Happy eight weeks, master Ollie! How does it feel to be 1/6?
Ah, the reliable daily poo, after which everything settles down and you know where you are and can safely head out for the day. I remember those days.
Alas, our small nappy-chappy is having some trouble in that department. We got to know some new people rather better than expected the other day when a certain small person colonised their loo for about an hour, tragically unable to either sh*t OR get off the pot. Tick tick tick went the clock, and the other party guests all went home while the lonely vigil went on upstairs... We ended up staying for dinner, rather than get out the crowbars. All ended happily, I am glad to say.
Happy eight weeks, master Ollie! How does it feel to be 1/6?