My name is Hannah, I'm 20 & living in an English town by the sea.
Mumma to a bright & cheeky little boy, Nicholas.
Completely in love with & engaged to his father, Rory.
I love books, tattoos, wine and sleeping.
Please don't be shy, ask anything you like.
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Rory got up with Nicholas this morning and let me sleep in. He got him dressed in a top that says ‘cheeky just like my daddy’ haha. I have a feeling that every time Rory dresses him, his clothes will have something to do with daddy on them.
The rain is super loud on our lounge windows. Sounds lovely (:
Ate some of that new Cadbury’ s chocolate with the popping candy in. Like 20 minutes later and my throats still crackling aha.
Something that annoyed me.
My sister invited Nicholas over to her house for dinner last week, so I got him ready in dungarees and a long sleeved top, plus a new clean zip-up hoodie for the cold car journey.
When he came home all of his clothes were covered in food. Now, he feeds himself and always covers himself in food so I don’t mind, I knew he’d come home messy. But, his hoodie was covered in food too. She’d kept his hoodie on the whole time he was there, and fed him in it. I only put it on him for when he was in the car. I don’t know why she didn’t take it off, and it was extra washing for me to do.
It just got on my nerves.
I’ve never been one for pet names in relationships. The most I’ve ever called Rory is Babe, and occasionally Gorgeous/Handsome. But this past week I’ve been calling him Honey, and these past few days I’ve been saying Honey Bee. I literally can’t stop, and why Honey Bee!? I don’t get it aha.