Although I heartily applaud The Toddler eating fruit, I do wish he wouldn't insist on depositing chewed up parts of it all over the place, you should have seen the carpet. I suppose it serves me right for being a lazy Mummy and refusing to peel it yet the clever chappy manages to scrape the apple off the peel and spit the peel back out, in little pieces, everywhere.

He's like some mixed up little bird who is trying to single handedly replenish the apple society through attempting to grow an orchard in the front room. Should I break the news that apples from from seeds not from their flesh?
Still, it kept him occupied and I suppose is slightly less lethal then lobbing the apple at things like you know, people etc.

The somewhat inane ramblings of a semi-crunchy 30-something stay at home mum based in the NW of the UK. Mum of Thing One (10yrs), Thing Two (8yrs) and The Dude (5yrs) & Moomin (Born Aug 2014). Wife of the long suffering Husband.
In search of the meaning of life, sanity and Gin.
Breastfeeding | Co-sleeping | Babywearing | Mental Health | M.E | Left-wing





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