I’ve chronicled the early rises that Fifi often forces on us and you may have seen me on twitter from 5ish a lot in the last few months. I’m not about to say I don’t mind the early starts either, she is now at an age where I can’t watch breakfast news because she’s demanding Roary Race Car at the top of her voice.
Her morning milk consumption has dwindled slightly too, down from two 9 ounce bottles before 7am to just the one. The nice thing now is that when I give her the bottle, she takes it with a smile and says, “Thank you my dadda.”
I can just see how wrapped around her little finger I’m going to be in ten years time…