Why is it, that the day I decide to take Smitty to his grandparents for a week, he decides to be good?
By this time yesterday, he'd screamed so loud that they would have heard him in Brisbane, tried to eat the electricity cable from the fridge (dangerous), actually ate half a lemon (granted he smelled nice after that), screamed some more, bit me twice and then had a swim in the dishwater.
today he got up at a leisurely 8am, had a cuddle with me, ate his breakfast and he's been playing quietly ever since! Not a single peep. If I take him now he'll think I'm punishing him for being good.
He's even letting me type! this is amazing.
Where oh where has my little man gone!
LB
P.S I just realised for those of you that don't read my blog often this may sound like I'm talking about a strange child. LOL, I'm writing about Smitten my Parrot.
By this time yesterday, he'd screamed so loud that they would have heard him in Brisbane, tried to eat the electricity cable from the fridge (dangerous), actually ate half a lemon (granted he smelled nice after that), screamed some more, bit me twice and then had a swim in the dishwater.
today he got up at a leisurely 8am, had a cuddle with me, ate his breakfast and he's been playing quietly ever since! Not a single peep. If I take him now he'll think I'm punishing him for being good.
He's even letting me type! this is amazing.
Where oh where has my little man gone!
LB
P.S I just realised for those of you that don't read my blog often this may sound like I'm talking about a strange child. LOL, I'm writing about Smitten my Parrot.
