She finally managed to drag me out shopping today. I wasn’t too keen to join the throngs of people looking for a bargain, but I was promised the ultimate treat – a latte and a slice of fresh carrot cake!
We caught up with friends for a quick lunch where little Josh proceeded to s#!t himself from top to toe. So much so that Deb had to go next door to buy him some clean clothes to change him into!
The joys of being 8 months old!
kyknoord(9 January 2007 - 07:14)
Aha! So that’s where the expression “Being 8 months old happens” comes from.
Ben O.(9 January 2007 - 15:03)
Dude, ya gotta go for a promised latte and carrot cake treat. How can you refuse?
The(10 January 2007 - 07:55)
Lol @ your boy!
ChittyChittyBangBang!(10 January 2007 - 07:58)
The comment above is mine. Have no idea how I became known as “THE”. 🙂
Katt(11 January 2007 - 08:54)
Hey Del! I’m busy catching up – lots of goodies to read here.
Looks like you’ve got a busy 2007 planned.
So does “the joys of being eight months old” mean you get to ‘beskuit’ yourself and no one looks at you funny?
And it seems Chitty had an identity crisis. LOL