Well we have been having fun in here haven't we! lol at the bashing ups! and PSML at the climbing house!

Well last night I heard a big thud at about midnight, but didn't get up because there wasn't any crying. At about 3am we had more crying, so DH gets up to pick up DS whilst I get a bottle, and WTF, Alex is sleeping UNDER THE BED! So he must have fallen off and climbed back under the bed.... until he wanted to move and realised he couldn't!

And a couple of weeks ago I had swept the kitchen floor and put away the broom. DH got up on the garage roof (we rent) and found two brooms and a Hills Hoist up there. So Alex was playing in the backyard with the brooms. He has a massive cleaning fetish... (mummy messy, keen it up mummy, ERGH!). A couple of days later I was looking for the broom to sweep again. Checked the entire house, garage, garden, but just couldn't find it. Asked DH if he knew where it was (yeah right!) and he said no. So I asked Alex where the broom was. He held my hand, led me up to the camellia tree in the backyard, and pointed into it. Of course, in the tree, about two feet off the ground, horizontal (so you couldn't see it from out the tree), was the BL&*DY BROOM! I didn't know whether to scold him for being naughty and putting the broom there, or congratulating him for remembering where he put it!

Why do I have the wierd one!