Choosing one word to sum up my week, has been tough. I have been through so many different emotions with Phoebe, good and bad. Her general mood and behaviour has totally thrown me, she’s has been a proper toddler on a mission. Nothing is safe anymore now we have entered the next level, Feebs is racing ahead while I’m still getting used to this dinky devil’s new found skills.
How are toddlers so sneaky and clever? Phoebe is 22 months old and is managing to cause so much destruction and mayhem wherever we go. She’s changed so much this week, physically grown plus going through a huge development leap.
Pretty exhausting for everyone. Every night this week, once Phoebe has gone to bed, I’ve sat down and felt as if I’ve ran a marathon, achey, tired and hurting in places I didn’t know could hurt. Early nights for the whole family this week after my little Phoebe has been on on overdrive.
Which brings me nicely to my chosen word of the week: