Has it been a year since C gave birth to this Little Monkey?
Look at them go crazy over balloons and their admiring public. If they’re such a handful now with their unsteady feet and wobbly legs, I shudder to think of what they will do to our ageing spines once they start running around.
Ummm… no, Tristan. It’s not your birthday. It’s like looking at a baby angel and a baby devil. Obviously, I’m not holding the angel.
I shudder even more, when I think of the mischief that the Little Creature has in store for me. Sure, it’s so cute now, but next year and the years to come… shudder, shudder. At least I still have time to develop a skin as thick as a rhino’s and to prepare for the moments when the Little Creature will behave wildly or throw tantrums in public while the people around would shake their heads and tsk-tsk about what a bad mom I am.
Here’s to surviving one year of motherhood, C!