Well, it's not so bad, really. I actually like celery! Unfortunately, I like crisps more, and that is where the problems are. I've managed to cut down to just the one packet a day, and this is with a box of fifty within sight of where I am currenly sitting. Crikey, how am I managing it?
I have Peter sat on my lap at the moment. He's waving his arms around and cooing and this makes it all worthwhile: the late nights, the early mornings, the interrupted sleeps, the crying and tantruming - all is forgotten when he starts acting cute.
And I say "acting" in the nicest possible way, of course. The fact that he is, at heart, a mischievous little rascal that would like nothing better than to have his mummy and daddy running around after him night and day makes his dumpy little face and chirpy little smile all the more endearing.
Damn his cute little ways. Damn them all to the other place!
I think he just laughed at that one.
Altogether now: awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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