I knew they’d be all over the place when I got them. And so they are. I spend what feels like an hour a day persuading Henry to pick them up. But I like sitting cross-legged on the floor and arranging them. Sometimes I write messages. Sometimes we order the letters by colour. Sometimes I fling words out into the white void and see who catches them.
Found this one morning after Tim had gone to work.
And this was waiting for us when we got back from Edinburgh (points for the local dialect).
I seem to remember this being a day with a lot of screaming. Wish the set came with an apostrophe.
And when very frustrated, I bring out the big guns.
Steady on, potty-mouth.
make a long story short 
Loving the blog at the mo! (Not that I don’t always love it.) And what a lovely poem to wake up to. Keep going, think you are doing a fabulous job (in a non patronising tone!) with the boys, (loving the tales of TJ and mini TJ) can’t wait to have another, you’ll be my inspiration!
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Thank you, my lovely! You are too kind.
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Awww at the first and second pic. Lovely message from hubby to soothe your worked up nerves. Good job Mr.Jeffcoat.
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Plenty of worked-up nerves here, I assure you! And yes, he’s a sweetheart. Love him.
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