Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Y3 - 160/365: Too Tired...


...for PANCAKES?!?!

We had our 'Pancake Day' pancakes today and Ryan only had a small amount because he was too knackered to eat.

Are we SURE this is our child??

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Y3 - 159/365: New Record!!


His stacking ability is really coming along nicely! I'm kind of sad that I have to miss all of this now during the daytime.

But unfortunately, duty calls.

Monday, 7 March 2011

Y3 - 158/365: Recruitment


Ryan has taken matters into his own hands at the childminder's and decided to induct some new members into his gang.

Sunday, 6 March 2011

Y3 - 157/365: Undercover?


No Ryan, of course no one can see you hiding behind the fireguard. What a clever disguise! I never would have guessed who that tiny little boy in my front room was!!

Saturday, 5 March 2011

Y3 - 156/365: Sharing is Caring


At least he's not greedy with his sandwich...is he, Uncle Daz?!

Friday, 4 March 2011

Y3 - 155/365: Are We Forgetting Something?


The funniest thing happened tonight when I was getting Ryan ready for bed. He was showing signs that he was tired long before he normally does, so I followed his cues and decided to skip his bath and just get him upstairs, jammied, and fed.

Whilst changing his nappy he had a right wobbler and managed to flip onto his belly before I completed the change. Rather than fight him, I allowed him to calm down and rubbed his back until I heard the sobs fade away. Along with the sobs went his eyelids and consciousness because within 2 minutes he was fast asleep on his belly on the floor...minus his nappy!

I performed the amazing trick of getting a fresh nappy on without flipping him back, getting on his PJ bottoms, and nearly getting his whole top on before he woke again desperate for a feed.

Matt and I aren't the ONLY ones with a hard week, I suppose.

Thursday, 3 March 2011

Y3 - 154/365: By Request...


A friend has requested a "shampoo mohawk" (or mohican as they call it here). Unfortunately, Ryan's hair doesn't spike straight up...it curls naturally.

And this is where I begin his lifelong apologies. Sorry, ickle mate!