Tiddler
Friday, January 23rd, 20091. Babyschool
2. Message From A Blog Reader
3. The Comeback
Son 2 aged 16m sat through the whole of Tiddler. He has a fish-thing anyway, opening and closing his mouth as a baby sign whenever he sees one. He is an entry level Julia and Axel fan - he likes Monkey Puzzle, which I always feel is a good tale for the child of a Working Mother. Although in our house it was sabotaged somewhat when I read out “Mummy doesn’t have great big saggy knees,” and The Man walked briskly by and said “Oh yes she does.” He likes The Gruffalo. But until today we hadn’t got much further. This morning though he was glued to it. The only disruption came from Son 1 aged 4y 4m who came down from watching telly upstairs and said: “She didn’t write it down for Son 2, she wrote it down for ME.” And then Son 2 picked it again this evening out of a pile on the bed.
While I was at The Office I had a text from The Man: ”Glad to read the heart scan was ok.” “Thanks for asking,” I texted back.
When I got back, Son 1 was insistent. “Don’t put me to bed before 8 o’clock.” The Man had rung and said he’d be back then. Son 2 had been swimming with Wonder Nanny. I put him down to bed. Little fat arms round my neck, pulling my face close to his. On his cot pillow. Jaysus that child can cry. He screeched and shrieked and sobbed. And this was before I left him. I am still doing my lullaby/three rounds of Summertime, five counts down from 100 and then Nighty Night thing. And he is still doing his ATOMIC SCREAMING. The Man came back. And Son 1 smiled and cuddled and cuddled and smiled. Happiness all over his face.

