I've said it before: a Kittle life is a hard life.
He gets cake...

...I get beetroot:

He runs around...

...I've only just learnt to crawl...

...and outside, I'm tied to mummy:

Sometimes I get left mid-meal and have to take things into my own hands:



I have to share toys, a pushchair, the back seat... (and he snores!)

I even have to share baths:

I'm expected to sleep in all sorts of strange places/positions/clothing (can you spot Mr Pink?!):





All this with Lexl's noise in the background... (Please send earplugs in the next parcel, Grandma!)

Recently, I was a very poorly girl. I had a temperature and spots:


Well, I did get a lot of extra cuddles and carries, but they also made me drink this horrible stuff and put a funny smelly cloth on my head... All while I was feeling very poorly and sorry for my small self.
Kittles deserve better, if you ask me.