Boing!

Baby N decided he wanted to snooze in out bed this morning. I use the term "snooze" loosely as kicking about, prrrrping and pulling hair is part of his snooze. But trust me, it's better than getting up at 5.30 and you learn to ignore it.

It's sort of soothing to have him so close to you and we usually end up face to face while we doze off and I had just entered that lovely place of heavy legs, being warm and cosy when....

"Ppprrrfffft"* followed by a "boing" and some acute pain.

The little devil had decided to spit out his dummy and with such force that it banged into my forehead and woke Boyfriend up.

It's actually a bit sore now...

*or however you write a spitting sound