After the devastating emotional blow of being told by our toddler than I am perhaps the world’s ugliest dad, I finally feel emotionally strong enough to post again.

Of course the recovery was perhaps delayed slightly by Wife’s insistance on telling everyone who would listen the story in great and ever more vivid detail. I could tell this was happening when every now and again I would hear uproarious laughter and then turn to see Wife surrounded by a group of people pointing in my direction and laughing. I could cope with her telling the parents of other toddlers, but I must say I found the extra 3 hours it added to our grocery shopping a little rough as she stopped to tell any passersby who paused long enough for her to engage in conversation.

But that was then, and as they say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger (or leaves us totally and permanently incapacitated as the case may be).

So over the last few days I picked myself up and brushed myself off and threw myself into domestic bliss over the weekend, and what a weekend it was.

Little Miss can no longer be considered a toddler (but for the sake of the name of the blog will continue to be referred to as one until the next one starts to take it’s first few tentative steps) has progressed from the potty to the toilet. After a morning of holding on and trantrums we finally broke her spirit and got her to use the toilet. Sure we had to bribe her with chocolate and are therefore setting her up for a lifetime of seeing comfort food as a reward. But that’s her problem and not mine, my problem was I was sick of tipping poo from the potty to the toilet and then having to clean it. So our daughters future health is a small price to pay for my short term comfort I say.

Usurper the baby continues to be a crawling machine of the finest calibre. She is crawling for real now and nothing and no one is safe. I really must try and remember to look down before I stomp off in the direction of the kitchen - I can see a disaster on the horizon. To go with her new found mobility she is also teething and is in the process of adding two top teeth to her two bottom teeth. Ahhh, teething babies, what a gorgeous bundle of drool they are. Throw in the fact she has a cold and is therefore producing a river of snot from each nostril and it is a wonderful sight to behold.

To be honest what with the crawling, the rivers of snot, and the drooling, it is like have the worlds biggest snail living in the house - complete with snail trails around the house.