A moment of calm and time to take in the last few days......
Max left for nursery this morning in a happy, sunny mood. Shouting 'I love you Mummeeeee' through the letterbox in the door.
I started reading Raising Boys last week. Chapter two hit me with the bombshell that I may have irreversibly damaged Max by sending him to nursery before his 3rd birthday. I spent the next couple of days closely watching him for signs of trauma. Feeling like the worst Mum in the world.
He seems okay.
Finn has been poorly. It's the saddest thing. A flu-like virus which has also given him an eye infection. Yellow weeping gunge oozing out, gluing his lids together. Boo.
He was very uncomfortable through the night. After a pretty exhausting night up with him I handed him over to Richard at about 5.30am. Moments later I hear shrieking and hooting from the kitchen. Finn had poo-ed himself so bad it had squirted out even his sleeve holes!!! It was in his hair and ears even! How did it get there???!!!! We are officially calling it the great poo flood of 2012.
Needless to say Finn is now coma-ed out in his bouncer chair. He looks pretty relaxed actually!
So what next?
Hopefully smooth sailing for the next few weeks as we prepare for our New Zealand trip. Definitely more getting out and about as the weather picks up. 18 degrees tomorrow!
Basically living and loving the chaos, mess, sickness, health, joy, extreme tiredness, extreme happiness of family life!