Double Trouble

I’ve always thought I would have two children.  I find it an odd thing to express for fear of some twisted tempting fate type notion, but I like the idea of Alby having a partner in crime.

And then I have a morning like this morning and I remember I already face Double Trouble every day. 

This morning I sat on the floor and dressed Alby from my lap in an attempt to keep his squirming as confined as possible.  Once Alby had finally escaped my clutches (albeit with only half his poppers done up) Percy decided it was his time for love and climbed up onto my lap, where he promptly settled himself.   Never mind that I needed to get Alby to nursery, never mind that I needed the loo, never mind that he had only just eaten and so his breath was particularly fresh,  Alby had had his turn, and now it was Percy’ go.

Perched pooch

I confess I’m feeling a little bit sorry for Percy at the moment.  As Alby learns to walk he is pulling himself up on everything – included Percy’s back and, on occasion, his face.  Alby has also decided to revive the game he played with Daddy and his walker – an amusing game which calls for Alby to bash his walker into the shins, followed by a hearty giggle.  Only this time Percy is on the receiving end and as Alby is now exceptionally talented with his walker Percy is having to experience life on the other side of the bash.  Poor bullhound. 



Bushed by bashes