(I know I know, I should be ashamed of myself for pulling out these old chestnuts but I just can't help myself. It's a disease.)
We are definitely winning the battle of the box...we're not there yet, but we're getting there. Phew. And have you ever seen anyone quite so happy to push big heavy boxes around with his dad? Pretty damned cute...for 10pm. That's what you get when Coley falls asleep in the middle of the afternoon (whilst watching motor racing with the father figure)...a very happy little helper who wakes up way after his sister's in bed and dreaming about fluffy bunnies and dancing skirts. Love that nappy bum!
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