Yep. Him again.
What kind of little dreamboat does he look like here? God help me.
Yesterday, he was being his usual irrepressible self. Luca called out to me that Zig was doing something dangerous. I popped my head around the corner of the room to ask him to calm down and there he was doing the downward dog on top of a table.
"Get down, Ziggy! You know that's dangerous," I called and then looking again, "Where are your pants???"
In twenty years from now, if someone asks me what Ziggy was like as a child, I will repeat this story.
Succinct and spot on.
Okay, so I have a favour to ask. I want to help spread the Little Mumma word and I need your help to do it. You might have noticed the Top Baby Blogs button on the lefthand side of this page. This is a directory of blogs about, well, babies and other mumma stuff. The blogs are listed according to their ranking, and their ranking is determined by how many votes they get.
My blog dreams of being in the Top 25 when it grows up.
So you'll notice this little flashing banner at the bottom of each post and if you feel like it, you can give it a little click (and then when you land on the next page, give it another little click – that's it – nothing to fill out or identify yourself by, just two little clicks). Your two clicks will help boost my ranking and hopefully, bring more mummas to the yard. For my milkshake. What?
Two clicks. Whenever you feel like it. Every 24 hours if you felt so inclined. It's not a competition and there is no prize for me to win. But I might just expand my audience which would be ace balls.
Thank you, thank you, super thank you.
Oh, and thank you to everyone who has voted for me in the Circle of Moms Aussie Blogger competition. Your awesomeness got me into the Top 10 last year which I was completely stunned about. But I harrassed you mercilessly in order to achieve that. Sorry! I won't do that again. Unless I enter a competition where I could win a child-free holiday. Or a Ryan Gosling.
The biggest Little Mumma love to you. xxxx
My oldest is also definitely one to do dangerous things with no pants on. Let’s have a drink, shall we?
And I feel your pain. Yesterday, I was popping one of those combined powder/gel pacs into the dishwasher, when a certain 2 year old saw them. “Marshmallows!!!” she squealed. Yes, she is the child for whom poison warnings were invented…