Bethany's Baby Babblings

You've got to start them young! I had a wobble this week which consequently resulted in a big knock in my confidence so a trip to t'pub with my mum and bestie was much appreciated. And the Yorkshire Pudding sandwich that I scoffed was even more appreciated. And what I appreciated the most was that wiggles fell asleep so I could scoff my food in peace. Here you can see my daughter's current bff Dolly, who lives at grandma and grandad's house. Dolly keeps her distracted when changing nappies. Sometimes Dolly isn't enough and we all have a family sing song to Hello Dolly. Grandad Peter does an hilarious impression of Louis Armstrong. I must secretly record it so the world (or my handful of readers) can also experience it.

I had no idea teething started so early! I thought it'd be a few months away. Apparently not. None are cutting through or owt like that. Just experiencing mountains and mountains of drool. It's like I've given birth to a bulldog expect noisier and less furry. Look at the line of bloody drool hanging from her mouth. It just makes my heart burst with love. I obviously mean bloody in the swearing sense, not literally. (shout-out to grandad peter! ey up dad!) So next time you'll see me I'll be sporting a very fetching dribble stain. Unless I slopped summat else down myself, that's also very likely. Only people who personally know me will get this. Toddlers have less food and drink stains on their clothes than I do. Fact. (do I get bonus points for making my blog post title a Mr T pun?)