The jig is up!

This morning I had a lie in.

You know why I had a lie in?

Because a scheming 4yr old Zack snuck downstairs and figured out how to open the baby gate into the kitchen, and proceeded to gorge himself on biscuits.

There goes my insanity…

No more not having to worry about what he’s up to in the mornings. He can open the stairgate at the top of the stairs (no worries bout him falling at least – he’s competent enough with stairs), and now the tricky gate isn’t even an obstacle for him.

I am tempted to put a lock on the kitchen door, but then I’d need to lock the cat in there at night too as otherwise he’d have no access to his food/water or litter tray.

It’s time to accept that no where is sacred anymore.

That boy is getting too much like a boy and less like a pre-schooler I’m tellin ya!

Feck.

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In other news, I was sitting playing with the boys today on the sofa, one on each side of me – tickling them both. MAN they loved it – cute lil giggles all over the place.

Cue them headbutting each other over me.

Laughing turned to silence.

I wondered for a sec if they would cry, or if it wasn’t so bad (it didn’t seem it?).

Then Max started crying.

Then Zack started crying.

Ah the joys of motherhood.

I stifled my laughter.

WHAT? It was funny seeing it happen ok??

Besides, they’re both absolutely fine and it gave me a blog post…