15 August, 2012


Himself just nos. 2 and 3 to bed.  I was downstairs fighting with a cake.  Yup, you read that right, fight.  ting with a cake.  Whilst, upstairs, nos. 2 and 3 were fighting over socks.  Apparently no. 2 had taken no.3's socks and no. 3 was having none of it.  He got them for his birthday, allegedly.  No. 2. disagrees, he thinks they're far too big to ever have been no. 3s.  Himself had to separate them as feet tried to rip them off the feet of no. 2. When he couldn't  get at his feet he started yanking on his head.  Yup, no. 3 tried to rip his brother's head off.  I am so proud.  He ends up between them a lot when they're fighting.
For instance, I tried to get a nice, family photo of me, he and no. 2 on no.2's communion day.  Didn't quite pull it off.

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