|Does this site look familiar ?|
But this is what happens when I put him down on the floor... say I need to put the washing out... go get dressed... trying to clean up the lounge. My days have turned from chilled to chaos.
Perhaps It's Karma. Apparently as a baby I was always wanting my Mother to carry me round... I am the reason why my own Mother has horrendous back problems now. They do say History repeats itself.
Can you relate?