Some miserable old git left a message on my blog yesterday saying how boring it was.
I laughed at first, thinking he was just some saddo.
But it did get to me a bit.
It's weird when a stranger slags you off.
But he probably wouldn't have the nerve to do it if he met me, so I'm not going to get too miffed.
Then I thought: "Anyway, I'm not writing this blog for you, "lonelyman" or whatever it was he called himself.
It's for my little girl when she grows up.
(Hopefully as a popular adult with lots of friends - Unlike Mr Meal for one!!)
So where was I?
Oh yeah...
My noisy toddler.
I can't keep her quiet.
When we're out she speaks to everyone she sees.
It's "Hiya" or "man" or "lady" or "baby" - or "woo woo" if you're a dog.
She's even pointed at complete strangers and called them "Daddy".
It's pretty amusing and pretty amazing really.
Each day she seems to pick up a new word and her little cousins are over the moon that she can now say their names.
The funniest thing is when she says: "Mummy" and then follows it with a line of gobbledy gook, as if she's having a real conversation with me.
What isn't funny is her new found 'independence'.
She's stamped her foot, growled at me and even tried to push me over in the last few days.
I've tried not to laugh, she looks so angry.
She's in the shed at the moment cooling off.
(Only joking)