She made her debut on the small screen. Lighting up the monitor with her moves. Off she cartwheeled. My ribs there only for xylophone practice. She was the kung-fu master of the inutero world. Her karate chop moves rivaled the likes of a black belt. My bladder used as a boxing bag. The partying always started at night time. The best moves were saved for then.
A Ninja was in our life.
Baking a Ninja takes 42 weeks. Spending my days having hissy fits about tea towels and the price of potato gems. Needing a nap at the end of every aisle at the shops. Resting my belly on the sink when I do the dishes. Taking over the whole bed. I sleep lots on the couch. I get induced. {Ninja's birth story}
Ninja was here.
And the rest.. well that's a tale in itself. Delve into the archives. Read another chapter. our life with Ninja.
And I wouldn't change a damn thing.
