Sunday day 213 - slightly odd morning

I got up this morning to a rude shock. My little girl, recently turned 3, just stood there grinning at me in her pyjamas. I didn't register at first, but her arms, legs, the window, change table, night light, floor and bin lid had been smeared with something rather yucky, stinky, and frankly unmentionable. By 9.50am, the children had been changed, given milk and the nursery had been cleaned to within an inch of its (and our) life. Then we started our morning.

Tassie playing kindy

Tassie being Mick Jagger

And look! A rare smile for the camera.

Happy August