Well. D made Daddy's first father's day extra special by throwing an absolute fit at breakfast time...mainly due to the fact that he was livid that he'd been served porridge instead of his beloved yoghurt. Dear god, the fuss made. Porridge got savagely batted off spoons, lobbed angrily on to floors, smeared vengefully over the highchair (and indeed his own face, as he clutched at it in spasms of rage). Even attempting to pacify him by offering him some philadelphia on toast had no effect, it made not a dent in D's furious mood.
So that was a relaxing start to the day. And now we are sitting in the lounge, feeling somewhat shellshocked, while D continually presses the same button on his horrid electronic walker. If I have to listen to that artificially chirpy female voice telling me what 'puppy says' one more time, I might suddenly start growling, rip throw my clothes, turn green and Hulk my way out of the house.
D is happy though. Aw. See, the Hulkiness disappears when he does that little giggle. You know the one. Your babies probably do it too (if you are a parent of course, if not, I don't think its the same when a husband / wife does it.) Oh D, it is lucky you are cute.
We're off to have a nice father's day meal later on today, with Al's parents. And his sister. And...er...some friends of Al's parents. I am sure it will be very pleasant.
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