After a teensy nap (half hour if that) Torby has been making my life hell alla fternoon. Very strung out and over-reacting to everything (never have so many hugs and kiss betters' been demanded and recieved) and causing generally causing havoc.
I finally convinced him 15 minutes ago to get his pilow, blanket and nuk-nuk and come lie on the couch with me.
10minutes ago, his eyes started dropping
5minutes ago, he completely passed out.

Now he's the cutest thing in the world and I can't imagine ever being cross with him.

Ahh the power of forgetfullness motherhood brings