I started this blog when Dais was 18months old to record the Terrible Two's and have something to look back on, and laugh at, when we were out the other side.
I had this fantastic idea. I would borrow my mate's cutie pie dog for a long weekend and that would keep the children amused whilst I eased into the holidays. The reality was, the dog adored me, spent the four days on or near my feet, which meant the children and their pals were on or near my feet for the first four days of the Summer Holidays - not such a fantastic idea after all then?
When she reached three, and was EXACTLY the same, I knocked it on the head. Obviously she just is who she is.
She will be turning six this October and friends STILL ask for their "Daily Dais" story. (It cheers them to realise their little ones are really not that bad). As the "crimes" are so numerous, and I am now getting a little senile, I have been persuaded to take up recording them once more.
Trying to fill the gap from then until now would be like writing War & Peace. Probably jusy easier to chose one incident since we broke up from school then?
I had this fantastic idea. I would borrow my mate's cutie pie dog for a long weekend and that would keep the children amused whilst I eased into the holidays. The reality was, the dog adored me, spent the four days on or near my feet, which meant the children and their pals were on or near my feet for the first four days of the Summer Holidays - not such a fantastic idea after all then?
When it was time for him to go home, my friend and I were so busy chatting that we forgot his doggie bed. Within minutes, Dais decided SHE was a dog, got naked and started sleeping in it. A while later, she suddenly leapt up and went thundering past into the garden. (Kids are always in a hurry aren't they?) Knowing her as I do, I could sense a crime was about to be committed so went to the door to check.
Sure enough, she was trying to cock her leg to have a pee. As she was a little wobbly on one leg she decided to put both arms and legs down on the grass until she was bum up, in a kind of "A-shape". Before I could react, there was a gallon of hot wee running down all her chest and dripping off her chin! Oh good grief ...
Pictured above: The Sleapshyde Mud Spa and Resort - earlier in the week!
