1. X and Y

2. Why Oh Why

3.  IOU 

There was an Event.  To mark Son 1 aged 3y and 11m leaving the nursery he’d been at since he was 6m.  I went in to the Nursery bag this morning to get a nappy because I couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs.  And there was a whacking great file from The Nursery.  Two typed pages on his development and achievements, pages and pages of Nursery records of how he does on all their tick-sheets… artwork… and loads and loads of photos of him at the Nursery since way back before he was Son 2 aged 11m’s age.  I rang The Man: “You silly banana pants.  (picking up language from each other goes both ways) I mooched round all Monday night telling you I felt odd because there was nothing to mark Son 1 leaving The Nursery, and there’s a massive file about him in the bag.”  “Oh yeah.  They said there was something there to give his next place.  I didn’t look at it.” 

We went to The Beach with the Wednesday friends.  It wasn’t raining, but the wind was so strong it whipped the fromage frais pot and spoon out of my hand as I was feeding Son 2.  There was another baby on the beach, an 8 monther we know through a Wednesday Mum’s friend.  Huge.  I’d finally decided to accept what the entire medical profession kept telling me, and to stop worrying about Son 2 being small.  And so a 75th - 90th child was sent to make Son 2 look minute.  I rang The Friend Whose Baby Was Thin.  “I can tell you the name of every fat baby we met in his first year,” she said.  “He will grow out of it.” 

I got some money out of my bank account today.  This is a Good Thing, a saga dating back to Aug 4, when my cashcard wouldn’t work.  I realised it had expired on July 31.  I messaged my bank to ask where the cash cards were.  And the next day found the safe pile where Wonder Nanny had put the post.  I logged back into the bank. They had apologised, cancelled the ones they’d sent and would arrange for new ones to be sent.  I waited.  Then I realised they’d sent me another message, saying the cards were ready to go, could I please confirm the address.  Three weeks ago.  Then the new card arrived.  Then the old pin wouldn’t work.  Then the new pin arrived.  And today, hooray hooray, I have my money, I have my old PIN back… and all I need to do now is pay back everyone who has subbed me for the past five weeks.