1. Welcome home, Daddy

2. The Last Day

3. The First Lesson

The Man got back at 2.30am.  Son 2 aged 11m woke up at 0345 and SCREAMED.  I tried everything.  I rocked him standing up, put him in the cot, lay him on the double bed with me next to him, and he just wriggled and writhed and cried and crawled up and down the bed till I had to put him back in the cot.  Son 1 aged 3y 11m had been in the Big Bed with me, and came padding down looking for me, went into his room, and to his delight, found The Man there, so they were both in the single bed.  I gave Son 2 calpol, I changed his nappy.  He was beside himself.  In the end we moved the fan from Son 1’s room to Son 2’s room, I lay down with him  and he passed out with the white noise.  I was telling a colleague from The Office about it this morning: “He just wanted to be held upright.”  Ah, I thought as I said it.  The one thing I didn’t try was Gaviscon.  I bet he had reflux.  In mitigation Your Honour, it was 4am and I have just done five 19 hour days in a row, solo. 

It was Son 1 aged 3y 11m’s last day at The Nursery today.  This is quite a big thing for me, but I know nothing about it.  The Man picked the boys up, and I got back from The Office late because I needed to finish something off.  Son 1 never has a clue what he did at Nursery, and The Man, who did a 20 hour day yesterday, plus the 4am family get together, went to bed after his takeaway.  Son 1 went into The Nursery a day before he was 6 months old.   The Man did stop off and bought the Nursery Nurses a couple of boxes of Milk Tray, but… but… but… it feels like An Event to me, and we haven’t had An Event to mark it.  I do hope Son 2 will be ok there without him.

I’ve given in and have bought a couple of learning to read and write books.  Son 1’s vaguely interested.  On Saturday, in the car with Mother on the way to the Bird Park, she said “I wish I had a memory like yours, Son 1.” And he said “I’m good at finding things too.  The only problem is, I can’t read.”  He said it to The Man this morning too.  He has got such a spookily fantastic memory that I’m kind of wondering if it will in fact be easier for him if he learns now.  Oh well, I’ll try it and if he hates it we’ll toss the books aside and have another Teddy Bears’ picnic instead.   We’ve got as far as A a.  

Tags: crying, last day at The Nursery, Learning to Read, reflux, white noise

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