Moo, thank Christ, has lived out her first three months pretty much injury free. She hasn’t even done the pre-requisite ninja roll off the changing table yet, which I’m taking as a testament to my great parenting (a questionable statement, as you’ll soon learn).
Mouse, on the other hand…that child has encountered more calamitous incidents than me and her father put together. Her latest badge of honour is a sizeable graze on her elbow from pissing about in the garden wearing flip flops on the wrong feet. It blends in nicely with the receding scab borne from a pretty savage slide at soft play. Continue reading “#2: Injuries”
Mouse, Moo & Me Too 