Hello!
I know it’s been a while, so I thought I’d write a rather long (and to most of you probably rather yucky) post. It will probably be followed by another post later, so you know… Quiet for a while, then bombard with random nonsense, as is probably going to be my style!
We had some guests just after easter, and having come from Sweden we had to do something fun. We decided on Longdown activity farm. As there were too many of us to take one car, we took the train. All good. Plenty of spare clothes packed for all the children in attendance. All children were rather well behaved, and it came time to go home (after one head butting incident with a sofa resulting in a rather sore nose for my oldest).
On the train I realised H needed a nappy change. It really didn’t seem so bad, just like she’d leaked wee and/or tipped her last juice all over herself, so I proceeded to ask the few people in the carriage if it was ok with them that I changed her there. After no objections, I was faced with what is now (not so affectionately) known as Nappygate in our house… Upon peeling her jeans and tights off I realised this was not just a case of a wee leak – there was poo down to her feet. Do not ask me how, I will never understand (especially as I had changed her nappy 30 minutes previously). My friend quickly told me to just throw the clothes away – upon when we realised we had absolutely no bags empty to throw it in. I wanted the world to create a hole just for me, and for it to swallow me up. I asked the three girls who were backpacking if they had a spare one – they didn’t. They did however spot an empty bottle carrier at the next station and jumped off to get it for me. If they ever read this I want them to know that I am eternally grateful for that kind gesture.
This brings me to nappygate take 2. It wasn’t quite as bad tonight, in fact, it was a lot easier as it happened in the cosy confinement of our own home. It was, however, followed by a bath, and our oldest shouting “mum, there’s something gross in the bath… I think it’s poo”
Sigh. it follows that I got soaked by my 4 year old holding a shower whilst I was holding our 2 year old up for her to rinse off….
Let the potty training start soon, and without too many incidents, thank you to the powers that be!