He’s quite the handsome little guy my Brandon. Still looks like his Daddy but has my blonde hair and freckles, although my freckles have faded over the years.

He’s a typical toddler, plays in the toilet water like Keira used to, gets embarrassed on the potty and likes to eat the dog food.



Having 8 years between kids makes the mind forget…..the middle of the night feeds, lack of sleep oh and let’s not forget the 3am potty training…Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking but then I look at him sleeping…..
…There’s nothing that could melt my heart more.



Keira has no interest in him whatsoever. She’s more into her friends at the moment. She brought 4 of them home today!
Right now they’re calling me to watch them do a dance.



Oh how sweet is that…one of them looks a bit lost though but all the same, it’s cute but ah, what the hell is That!!!



These girls are barely 11 years old! And they’re grabbing their butts and woah



Ok girls that’s a really good dance you’re doing there but maybe it’s time to come inside for some milk and COOKIES huh!
Whew, Geez, what are they teaching at school nowadays? Tomorrow I think I might teach Keira a new dance to teach her friends….one less …..provocative.



Good they’ve stopped dancing. I might just keep a closer eye…my this stove needs a good clean.
If this is a sign of what’s to come when Keira’s a teen. Maybe a private school is the way to go? Or maybe I’m just over reacting…



It will be dark soon. I should call Keira inside and send the girls home. Oh it looks like they’re getting ready to leave now anyway…I think that ones Cynthia.

‘I’m taking off, I’ll see you later. I’ve got to deal with some things’

What??? My own friends don’t even say that, what the hell sort of things does she need to deal with at 11???



Right, Private school it is then!