|off to the woods, with wine :)|
|reconstruction of the 2016 'utility incident'|
The craziness, created mostly by our youngest started just 3 days into 2016. Aged 14 months he unwittingly trapped me in our utility with the dishwasher door. A challenge worthy of a sadistic Crystal Maze. I had the contents of a fridge, two litre bottles of coke and a plastic ride on toy at my disposal to escape through a 2cm gap. Needless to say I was still there two hours later when my husband arrived home. The memory still makes me shiver and truly set the scene for what was to be a challenging 2016.
|challenges of the crazy year|
2017 is the Year of Hope. This will be the year our two year old toddler will turn to our three year old boy. The last remaining traces of baby will bit by bit fade away. Nappies, highchairs, dummies, sippy cups, teething, (certain) cupboard locks and daytime sleeps which affect night time sleeps will all be left behind in the year of 2017. Incomprehensive jibber jabber will become a thing of the past. Halleluiah, you know what I want and I know what you want. 2017 is the year when we board the train to the light at the end of the toddler tunnel.
|moment of calm|
|a little crazy is good|