Me & MY Remote

This morning I was woken up by the sounds of Phoebe shouting to be picked up 'EEEEHHHHHHHHH' and with Leanne not having had the best of nights feeling ill, I got up and took the baby downstairs for some breakfast.

Later on Leanne wondered downstairs bleary eyed, deciding she wasn't going to come swimming with us as she still felt rough, so myself and Phoebe headed for the pool.

Once there we quickly got changed and splashed our way into the colder than usual pool, Phoebe soon spotted two boys playing with a ball and wanted to join in, they provided her with the perfect opportunity by knocking the ball in our direction, she let out an incredible high pitched squeal and began to kick like mad whilst I held onto her to chase the ball, giggling uncontrolably when she got a hold of it, the two young lads were only too happy to let us join in as they seemed to find Phoebe's squealing quite amusing.

We left the pool soon after as Phoebe began to get cold, and again Phoebe made me laugh inside the changing rooms, once she was dressed I began to get myself ready, Phoebe then bent over looking underneath the wall to the next changing area, with a little girl saying 'there is a baby looking at us', she is far too nosey for her own good!

Later at night Phoebe was so tired and grumpy, possibly due to her teething, that she just complained for around an hour solid, only eating half her tea, once she had some Angel Delight she seemed to cheer up a bit, maybe with the desert cooling her mouth down.

Eventually it was time for me to wave goodbye once more, and head back to Aberdeen