Parenting Archives – Mummascribbles

It’s not something I have to think about at the moment because I’m not quite stupid enough to leave Zach home alone at the age of two and a half. I mean, he would turn the hob on (because he’s darn tall enough to attempt it now), try and put toast in the toaster (after dragging something over to it to help him get up there), or kill the fish through overfeeding (after dragging something over to the tank to help him open it). However it has been revealed this week that one parent is arrested every day on suspicion of leaving one or more children home alone. According to the report, cases involved children aged from just a few weeks to 14 years old. Here lies the problem; there is no law that determines an age at which a child can be left alone.

Obviously this is not a problem regarding young children. Quite simply, do not leave them alone! No matter how responsible you think your eight year old may be; they aren’t responsible enough, and no matter how you may be thinking that the corner shop is two doors down and the baby is sleeping, do not leave them. They may wake up, they may cry, they may choke on their crying and something terrible may happen. I have experience of that. I was not left home alone, my mum was upstairs bathing my sister and I was downstairs in the hallway asleep in my pram. Only I woke up and I was unhappy so I cried and cried and my poor mum had one child crying their eyes out and one she had to safely remove from the bath (my sister would have been about four). What happened next was that I got myself into such a state that I stopped breathing and I very nearly died. Thankfully, I am here to tell the story even if I don’t remember it! So, there lies my point, I was not home alone, simply downstairs and something terrible nearly happened.

However, what age is acceptable to leave a child alone? My Nephew gets home from school to an empty house and mostly goes up to his bedroom, puts the XBox on and sits there until my sister comes home. He’s 12. Is that old enough? Is it too young? I have a feeling you are saying that’s old enough to be left at home for a few hours, but is it really? What about the safety aspect of it? I’ll tell you another story.

I was left home alone at the age of 12. It was an inset day at school and my mum had to go to work for just a few hours, no more than a mile away from home. She thought I was old enough, I thought I was old enough. I probably was old enough to make sure that I was ok for a few hours but unfortunately someone else had other ideas. While I was upstairs getting dressed, there was a ring on the doorbell. I was in my underwear so clearly, didn’t answer it (plus, I’m sure my mum told me not to answer the door anyway). A mere half an hour later while still upstairs, I could hear my dog barking and noises coming from downstairs. Yep, you guessed it, there was a burglar in the house. To say I was terrified is an understatement. When I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, I was on the phone to my Dad’s office (again a mere half a mile from home), and mr burglar heard me talking (I remember I was saying he’s coming upstairs in a hideously panicked tone and he legged it out the front door). Moments later the police arrived, my mum was called and she initally thought I’d gone out and left a door unlocked. I remember her face when I informed her that actually I was in the house. I can tell you now, that memory has haunted me forever. I am 32 now and still freak out if I’m home alone and upstairs! The littlest noise sends me into sheer panic and I’m convinced someone has got in.

So, was I too young? Was it a freak happening or should my mum or dad have been home with me at the age of twelve to make sure I was safe?

To be honest, I can’t answer the question! I don’t see the problem with my nephew spending some time at home alone, it’s never longer than a couple of hours. But then I think of what happened to me and I think otherwise. Then I think we would be wrapping them in cotton wool in a world that you need to be strong in.

Chris Cloke, head of child protection awareness at the NSPCC, said, “Ideally, parents should check that their children are happy and confident to be left at home alone and know what to do in an emergency.”

That’s all well and good; I knew what to do in an emergency (although it wasn’t me that called the police as I was worried the dog was just chasing a fly!), my mum had checked that I was happy and confident to be left alone for a few hours but not one of us could have anticipated what happened, actually happening.

It’s a tough one isn’t it? I’d love to hear your opinions!

You can read the full report by ITV News here and the advice that the NSPCC gives here

Today is my 3^rd mothers day. The third year that I have been celebrated for having my beautiful boy in my life. So I thought I’d use this day to celebrate everything that being a mother has brought me and also celebrating two very special mums.

Things that motherhood has brought me

Grossness
If you all thought this was going to be a lovey dovey post of all the wonderful parts of being a mum, you were wrong. Right now, my little man loves nothing more than picking his nose and declaring, mummy, got a bogey, before demanding me to get rid of it. This could be when I’m busy driving, it could be when I’m trying to get him off to sleep. It is extremely regular along with his farts. He farts a lot and for the past month or so has been fascinated with farting. He even laughs at his farts and despite me hearing them, often says, I farted mummy. Yep, I know you farted darling boy, I heard it and I can smell it wafting out of the duvet!

Laughter
There are a lot of times that he makes me laugh. When he says something funny like don’t laugh mummy, it’s not funny, or sings me a song in the car in his own special way like old macdonald had a mummy, e-i-e-i-o, with a mummy mummy here and a mummy mummy there (you get the drift), or twinkle twinkle little poo – I can’t help but laugh. He is so funny, he has such a character on him that convinces me he is going to be a stand up or something. He goes out of his way to make us laugh on a daily basis.

Proudness
I honestly couldn’t be more proud of him. He has his moments like every child but he really is just the best. He is charming, caring, polite. He’s only two and a half but he always uses please and thank you, or even oh thanks! And if he accidentally knocks or bangs you, he immediately says sorry mummy. I am so proud of how polite he is.

Amazement
He amazes me on a daily basis. I know that we all think our children are super smart but sometimes I do think that he is extremely clever. His memory is incredible and he will remember something two or more days after it initially happened. Things stay in his memory and he’ll pluck it out from nowhere and I’m like, oh that’s from days ago. Just today, he told me on the phone that I’m not on an aeroplane in the sky, that I’m not in America – I went there last October and he still remembers!

If I promise him something, he will absolutely keep me to that promise! He will not forget even if I do. He’s also fascinated with the way things work. Sometimes this can be tricky, like when he wants to ‘play’ with the dishwasher because he wants to watch the wheels on the drawer go round as you push it in. He was always one that found the on/off switch of his toys very early on and just works out how things work. I’m convinced that if he isn’t going to be a comedian, he’ll be an engineer!

Tiredness
Like I’ve never known it. I don’t know if I’m more tired now than I was when he was a newborn. I don’t know how, but it seems the more you get used to sleep, the more tired you become! Zach has been through periods of not sleeping, periods of sleeping and periods of mixing it up a bit. Right now (and I’m probably cursing it), he loves sleep. I wrote a post here on how we struggle to wake him up after 11 hours sleep! So, right now, I’m getting pretty solid sleep but I still feel exhausted! The working, running round after him, driving him here and there, being everything he needs me to be and more. Well, it’s exhausting!

Emotions
I cry at the drop of a hat now. I can’t deal with sad things. I can’t deal with thinking about sick children, losing parents, Ebola killing millions. Whatever it is, it brings tears to my eyes. Even Supervet had me almost in tears!

Worry
I worry about everything! What if I die. What if Zach decides to dart into the road outside my mum’s house. What if the crane across the road from work drops something on me. What if, what if, what if. I don’t stop worrying.

Happiness 
My last point overall is this. I have never been happier than I am with Zach in my life. He is absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn’t know real love until he came along and I know my other half would say exactly the same so he won’t be offended. He is by far, the most wonderful, beautiful, amazing little person in the world. He is my life, my world. Knowing that we made him and knowing that I grew him, this perfect little thing, just makes me so happy and proud.

And so Zach, if you ever read this, I love you. I love you with all of my heart and soul and you make me the proudest mummy in the whole world. You are growing up in quite a scary world but I will always be here to protect you, to comfort you and to love you. I will always, always be there for you. A mothers love cannot be contended with. I love you baby boy.

And to my own mum. Thank you. Thank you for giving me 32 years of that same love that I feel for Zach. Thank you for always being there, for picking me up when I fell, for comforting me through heartbreak, for every single thing you have ever done for me. If I am half the mum to Zach that you have been to me then I will be a happy lady. Thank you for everything you do for us as a family and thank you for being an amazing Nannie to our little boy. Thank you for allowing us to not have to put Zach in nursery five days a week, for enabling us to buy a house, for loving our little boy enough to compensate for my not being there with him. You are a wonderful mum and nannie and we love you with all our hearts.

And to Zach’s other nanny. I know he doesn’t see you as much as he sees his Nannie-ie but know that he loves you just as much. Know that he talks about you lots and always, always gets so excited about seeing you. A thank you from me for bringing up the most wonderful man. How you brought him up, shaped him into how he is now; the most wonderful partner and the most amazing dad to our boy. Your son will always be a mummy’s boy and I hope that Zach grows up that way too. I will do my best to teach him the same morals and lessons that you taught your son and hopefully I’ll be writing these same words in thirty years time about Zach.

Happy Mothers Day to you two very special mummy’s and nanny/ies. We love you so much.

And happy mothers day to all you other lovely mum’s out there. I hope you have a wonderful day celebrating what a wonderfully hard job you do…you deserve it

I loved Sooty as a child. There was one particular episode that I had on video (yes, video!) that was called Sooty & Superdog and featured Sweep thinking he was a Superdog coming up against Jeff Capes! There was another favourite that featured Duncan Goodhew (an ex Olympic swimmer for those too young to know him), that also had me giggling. So when I received an email asking if I’d like a copy of the new educational Sooty DVD to review with Zach, I thought it would be a nice way to introduce him to one of my old favourites.

About the DVD 

Sooty ABC Learn the Alphabet has been created to support the early years curriculum. As stated on the front of the box, it’s created by experts, loved by kids and trusted by parents. It comes with an A-Z poster chart and ROM content.

What we thought of the DVD

I have to pick the right moments with Zach because he isn’t a huge tv fan. The first couple of times I tried to watch it with him was when he was home feeling poorly and I probably knew I shouldn’t have bothered because although he was looking at the screen, he was so worn out he fell asleep!

I tried again yesterday with much more success. He doesn’t have a long enough attention span to sit through an entire DVD yet but he was certainly interested in this for the periods of time that it held his attentionl The programme starts with Sooty proving he can spell his name and then sees them visit the Wookey Hole Caves which is a real place in Somerset and looks amazing! While there, they go through the alphabet and have to find things beginning with the letter they are on. I have no doubt that as Zach gets a little older, he’ll have fun finding the things they are looking for as it’s really involving in that way. At one point there was a kite on the screen and he pointed and said ‘it’s flying’ so it was clear to me at that point that he was actually watching it and paying attention!

I really like that it’s an educational version of the show. It means that if he is watching it, he is hopefully taking in all the words and letters whilst having fun.That’s what we want for our children right?!

Is there anything we didn’t like? 

There isn’t anything that Zach didn’t like. For me, as an ex Sooty fan, no-one can beat Matthew Corbett, but Richard Caddell does do a great job.

I was sent this DVD for the purpose of this review however all thoughts and words are my own.

Today is World Book Day. Many of you parents have spent the last week cutting, pinning and sewing; creating wonderful costumes for your little ones to dress up in.

Some of you will have spent some money on shop bought costumes and have a little guilt that you just don’t have time to sit, cut, pin and sew all week.

Some of you will have simply looked to your little ones’ wardrobe to see what you could piece together to match the look of any old book character because you didn’t have time and didn’t see the point in spending money.

I fall into that third category!

I didn’t have time!

I knew World Book Day was approaching but until I walked into nursery on Tuesday, I had no idea they were doing dress up. Zach hadn’t been in the previous week and unusually, nothing had been mentioned in the newsletter/email/facebook to inform us! So suddenly I faced a dilemma of what I was going to dress him in this morning. It didn’t take long to figure it out when I started thinking about what he had in his wardrobe and I remembered that he has a Gruffalo dressing gown! So this morning, I dressed him in his normal clothes and popped his dressing gown on over the top!

At this point, I would normally pop the yearly World Book Day photo of my little munchkin in his Gruffalo ‘fancy dress’, but unfortunately I had a very miserable little Gruffalo this morning who denied me the opportunity to take his photo, refused to put his hood up (which has the important Gruffalo ears), and cried a bit when I tried! Not only that but he decided that he didn’t want mummy to leave him at nursery and I had to leave a sobbing Gruffalo behind! Not a great morning at all on what was supposed to be a fun day – I have no doubt he’s already having fun at nursery though!

So that you can have some form of image in your mind of him, here’s a photo from when we first got him the dressing gown. He’s just a little bit bigger now!

So, it’s World Book Day. We love reading. All three of us! The other half and I use our train journeys to read (although I’m currently writing this post on the train rather than reading Gone Girl, which was a rather difficult decision that I had to make!). We also read to Zach most evenings; only not bothering if he’s simply too tired. His favourite book at the moment is a noisy train book – he wants to read it every night and even if I hide it before he spots it, he still demands it noisily while I’m trying to read him something else until I give in!

We’ve been through various stages of him loving certain books so much that we’ve had to read them every night. The first time it happened was when we discovered Digger Dog by William Bee and Whoosh around the Mulberry Bush by Jan Ormerod. We had to read this every night for about two months! I had to regularly renew them from the library and when it didn’t stop, I ended up buying them. We’d read Digger Dog so much, he could almost recite the whole book!

Next up was Monkey Puzzle by Julia Donaldson (we LOVE her!). He became obsessed with this and again we had to read it all the time with him learning the points where the NO NO NO happens, and telling us what animal was on the next page! We read this again a couple of nights ago and he still joins in

Following this, there was an obsession with the Mr Men series. My sister bought him the whole box set a while back and I think we’ve read every single one of them, some several times! We discovered at one point that they were the perfect length to read him to sleep – it would take three of them until he was in a deep sleep and we could creep out! He didn’t know their names so would always request Mr Red!

Finally, the other book he’s had to read nightly at one time is The Gruffalo’s Child, again by Julia Donaldson (she’s just fab isn’t she!). He actually got this before he got the main Gruffalo book as it was on offer and it’s a noisy one. He just loved pressing the buttons in the right places to make the spooky sounds of the story!

I have my own favourite childhood books that Zach now has and that I try to read to him whenever I can (which is whenever he allows and isn’t obsessed with some other book!). They are Each Peach Pear Plum by Janet & Alan Ahlberg, Peace at Last by Jill Murphy and The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark by Jill Tomlinson. I love these books and have done since I was a child. In fact the Each Peach Pear Plum and Peace at Last are my own copies. They are replacements of the ones my mum gave away. I was so upset that they’d gone, she bought them for me a few years back!!

And the adult me. My two favourite authors are Jodi Picoult and Jane Green. I just love anything they write. I do read anything though and I’ve always got my head in a book of some kind.

So that’s our own book story on World Book Day. What are yours and your childrens’ favourite stories? Do they go through stages of loving certain books that you get really bored with? And what did they dress up as today? I bet you were a bit more imaginative than me!

I wrote a post a while ago about Zach starting to like television. How he hadn’t been particularly fussed but that he was starting to watch beyond the opening music. How he’d ask for Thomas but wouldn’t really watch beyond about 2 minutes of it before he got bored and carried on playing.

That was until now.

That was right up until he discovered Justin’s House.

Oh my god…Justin’s House has taken over. He loves it. A bit too much. He asks for it all the time. Some mornings we have to put it on in order to quietly get him dressed. While he was poorly last Tuesday, we must have watched it about 15 times, more often the same episode that has the ding dong at the beginning rather than the party horn.

He actually sits on the sofa for the entire episode of Justin’s House and he laughs at the funny parts. He involves himself and points things out and particularly likes the song part of it. I have no doubt that very soon he’ll be shouting it’s behind you when Justin is looking for something.

There are of course pro’s & con’s to Justin’s House.

Pros

• It is fun. I have no doubt that if I was two and a half, I too would adore this programme.
• It’s involving. He isn’t just sitting there staring at a cartoon, he is involving himself and joining in the fun.
• The recorded episodes that we watch always have a signer in the bottom corner so technically he’s learning sign language right?!

Cons

• It’s really noisy. All those screaming children contained in one room gives me a bit of a headache.
• It’s long. Each episode is about 25 minutes long – far longer than a ten minute Thomas show!
• No offence here to Justin at all but he’s just a bit bloody annoying isn’t he? I mean fair play to him but there’s a serious Justin overload on Cbeebies! With this, Gigglebiz and Something Special, it’s like he’s never off the tv screen.

But so it is that my little munchkin adores him. I have no doubt it’s going to get even worse, when he gets up and joins in with the dancing, singing and acting silly! At least at the moment it’s a 25 minute calming period!

What programmes do your little ones love? I’d love to hear your tv tales!

This may sound strange but today I felt like mummy. Not the mummy who works full time. Not the mummy that he only really gets to see properly at the weekend. Not the mummy that is dropping him here, there and everywhere throughout the week. Nope, not any of them. Today I felt like the mummy he needed me to be.

This morning when we woke up, he didn’t seem himself. In fact, when we put him to bed last night he didn’t seem himself but in my head, today, I had to go to work like any other weekday. He wasn’t happy getting ready, he was whinging because he wanted to go on the choo choo train with daddy and then he seemed to perk up a bit when he fed the cat which is why I didn’t realise just how poorly he was feeling.

We got him in the car and I began the journey to nursery. He was coughing a lot but he always coughs more in the car (or when he’s sat still in general). We stopped off for petrol and then arrived at nursery. I’d been feeling unsure the whole morning as to how well he was but again, I’m a working mum and I was required at work. It was when I turned around and saw a little face looking like this that I questioned whether I really needed to be at work.

Following this, it was him telling me that he didn’t want to go to nursery and when I asked him if he wanted to come back home with me, he said a very positive yes.

And so we went home. I thought screw work, my little boy needs me. And boy he did!

Our day pretty much consisted of sitting on the sofa having cuddles and snuggles. We watched endless episodes of Justin’s House, he ate some food, I had several cups of tea and we had a lot of snuggles!

Then this happened.

This NEVER happens! Seriously, this boy struggles to fall asleep anywhere that isn’t his bed, buggy or car seat (and even those he finds difficult these days). Apart from when he was a baby, I have never ever known him to fall asleep on a sofa! That’s when I knew he was feeling really poorly

He woke up after about an hour and asked for the iPad to play Thomas and so we sat for ages, curled up on the sofa! I gave him a bit of calpol which kicked in a tiny bit – just enough for him to be able to do some activity which in this instance was annoy the cat!

Apart from that, playing choo choo trains (in which we had to be the train along with his ride on aeroplane), and spending five minutes being a little cheeky, he did nothing but sit on the sofa. Something I don’t think I have ever known him to do!

And this is why today I have felt like mummy. He needed his mummy today and I was there for him while he was feeling so rough. I was there to keep an eye on his temperature (which did rise this afternoon), I was there to give him medicine, I was there to give him the many cuddles he required. To cook him his dinner that he didn’t want to eat and to let him watch as much Justin’s House as he wanted. I may not be around for him all of the time, I may have to sometimes send him to nursery when he has a cough or a cold, but today, I could see that he needed to be at home with his mummy and I was right there for him.

And for that, I feel bloody great.

We’ve had a poorly little toddler on our hands today

Last night upon leaving my mum’s, we got a quarter of the way home when he started making choking noises in the back. There is nothing more scary and thankfully I was down a road where I could do an emergency pull over. Upon stopping the car, I turned around just in time to see my boy projectile vomit everywhere. Jumping out of the car, I realised I had no tissue or wipes…disaster! I had to leave my poor boy covered in sick for the remainder of the journey home.

This has happened before, when he has a cold and he gets a build up in his throat, he sometimes vomits, so this is what I put it down too as he seemed otherwise fine.

Upon getting home, the other half had a bath run so I stripped Zach down and cleaned him up while the other half cleaned the car up – not easy in the dark! Zach went off to sleep easy enough and seemed ok.

Fast forward to this afternoon, after a lovely few hours out meeting a couple of mummy friends for coffee/lunch, we were in the car when I heard the now familiar noise. We were stuck in traffic and not moving so I turned round and he looked panicked and was asking for a cuddle. Within seconds he was once again projectile vomiting. I could do nothing, there was nowhere to pull over and once he’d got it all out he was ok like the previous night and thankfully this time I had a pack of wipes! So while stuck in traffic, having to move every few minutes, I was doing a clean up job over in the back!

At this point I thought something might be up, one projectile happens but two is dodgy.

When we got home, clean up operation was on again. The other half got him changed while I did a proper clean of the car and then we sat down and chilled for a while. The problem with Zach is that he finds it impossible to sit down and chill so he was still wandering around attempting to play! He decided he was hungry and so we gave him a pancake (of the kingsmill packet kind), thinking it was light and breaddy so would hopefully stay down. Wrong! It wasn’t long before the next projectile happened.

I told the other half that I didn’t think Zach should have dinner we had planned but agreed that we should try something (the nhs website did say to still feed), so we just cooked him up a couple of potato waffles. He ate them whilst sat cuddled up with daddy and then it wasn’t long before he looked well and truly ready for bed so we got him ready and took him up. I was just getting him to sleep, the other half was sneaking off downstairs when I heard that all too familiar noise and suddenly more projectile, all over his pyjamas and bedding. Cue operation clean up and bedding change. Bless his little cottons because once everything was sorted I said to him, come give mummy cuddle and he came over and said sorry mummy! I very quickly told him he had nothing to be sorry about.

He’s now been asleep for a few hours but keeps stirring. I can’t take my eyes off the monitor and if I had a spare mattress, I would be spending the night sleeping next to him.

My poorly little boy clearly can’t keep anything down at the moment and was feeling very sorry for himself. I hate it when he’s ill

There is no doubt that Zach is a bit of a live-wire. He has a mind of his own and sometimes it isn’t the most sensible of minds. He is of course not quite two and a half yet so we do have to give him some benefit of the doubt but it doesn’t make it any easier when trying to keep him safe. Road safety is one of my (and the majority of other parents) main concerns. We as adults know that we shouldn’t dart out in front of cars because they will likely kill us, but a two year old doesn’t know this. They don’t see this level of danger, to them it’s just a car, not a killer. And so I have been trying to teach him the following:

• That he needs to hold one of our hands while he crosses the road – he dislikes this and I’ve had him sitting on the pavement in dispute before now
• That we need to look both ways to see if there are any cars coming – he does this a little but has little patience to wait so he’s always trying to get out of my grip and go!

I will of course keep enforcing these rules onto him until he realises that they are absolute musts and we have no stroppy child!

The team over at Rentalcars.com have put together a fab road safety test that you and your little ones can do together to help them understand the rules of the road and what they should and shouldn’t do to keep safe near roads. Even I got one wrong so if you can find the time, I’d really recommend having a go and make sure that everything you are teaching them, and everything they are learning, is the right thing.

This quiz was sent to me by rental cars.com but all words and opinons are my own.

There are lots of parent bloggers right now writing about all their half term plans and tweeting lots of photos of their adventures so far.

This morning when I got in the car to drive Zach to my mum’s and remembered it was half term, I did a little fist pump because I realised that my journey would be so much easier! For me, half term brings quiet roads, quieter trains and less stress getting to work. I got to mum’s in record time for a Monday morning. I caught the right train. I actually got into work at 8.30 on the dot and there was no stress. Half term is five days of peaceful commuting, although the streets are a lot buisier! I just nipped out for my lunchtime walk and there were lots of families out having fun on the Southbank.

Of course, it won’t always be like this for me. Zach will be starting school the year after next and then half term and all other school holidays will be all about juggling childcare and annual leave. Gawd knows what sort of plans I will have to make throughout the summer holidays.

For working mums, these long periods of school closures can be an absolute nightmare. We don’t get enough holiday each year to cover all of the time they are off school and yet it is the time that I guarantee we would most want to be with our children. School holidays are about going on day trips, to cinemas, museums, for walks etc., and to have to schedule these in to our working diaries are tricky. To want to be there for the children vs needing to be at work earning money to pay for such treats! What a bloody hard toss up and juggle it is.

I still have two and a half years before this becomes a factor in my life and I try not to think about it too much! That’s two and a half years to win the lottery or to find a job that pays loads of money for less hours! Easy right?!

How do other working mums out there deal with the school holidays and work? I’d love to know so that I can plan ahead in case I don’t get that lottery win!

I was awoken at 1.30am this morning to a whimpering toddler. He sounded like he wasn’t going to go into one and I thought he might fall asleep without requiring me. Thankfully, he continued whimpering!

I went into his room bleary eyed and was welcomed by the following sentence that no parent wants to hear at that time of the night:

Mummy, I’ve got poo on my hand

Oh god.

What followed this was the other half and I wiping the poo off his hand, trying to change the nappy of a hideously unhappy and tired child and then having to take him downstairs to properly wash his hands (we have a downstairs bathroom).

What then followed this was a toddler who did not want to get back into his bed! On every attempt, he went rigid and screamed! So I ended up sitting on the floor with him curled up on me trying to fall asleep. When I realised that even if he did fall asleep, the chances of me being able to get up off the floor and get him into bed without waking him and having to start all over again were slim, I asked him if he’d like to just go and have a cuddle in bed. Of course he said yes! So we went into our room, got into bed and rather than cuddle up to me, he rolled himself onto the other half’s pillow and fell asleep! I woke up this morning with him sprawled across three quarters of my pillow!

I do hope this was a one off. He rarely ever does a poo at night! He rarely ever has done! And I do hope he doesn’t keep putting his hand down his blimmin nappy!

On the plus side – it gave me another toddler parenting subject to write about!!