NotSheep

Is it still considered nesting if the cause of you scrubbing the bathroom from top to bottom was that you were sitting on the loo and looked at the skirting-board and realised just how disgusterous it was?

That’s what I spent Saturday morning doing anyway. And then I spent Saturday afternoon recovering.

As mentioned, Barney was off at Scout Camp this weekend. I’ve heard it said that you’re not a real Scout until you’ve done a very wet camp. Well, I think Barney can now consider himself a real Scout. They all got soaked on a hike (at least twice) on Saturday afternoon, including when they got lost taking a “short cut” back to the campsite. Then there was heavy rain and gale-force winds overnight on Saturday. Apparently some of the groups on the site packed up and left on Saturday evening - and some didn’t even pack up, just leaving their tents (and hoping for the best, I suppose). But our Scouts are tough - and they stuck it out, and were rewarded with a couple of hours of bright dry weather on Sunday morning. Of course the Scout whose head was under the soccer net when it blew over might have preferred to go home on Saturday evening, rather than going to the hospital at lunchtime on Sunday…but a few stitches later, he’ll survive. And Barney, on arriving home, replied to the question, “How was camp?” with the word “Brilliant.”

Toby and I might have met him at the hospital, since Toby fell down the stairs. Well, not “fell”, exactly. Jack, having been told hundreds of times not to dance about on the landing, danced about on the landing - and knocked Toby down the stairs. Top to bottom. I heard it from the kitchen. Clunk thud clunk. He’s got a bump on his head and a lovely bruise on his elbow, but appears to have mostly bounced. He’s perfectly well, though - just as determined as ever, refusing point-blank to wear a diaper to bed last night (he’s been reliably dry during the day for about three weeks) and we compromised on a pair of Tots Bots training-pants - theyre little towelling underpants with a bit of spongy fabric sewn into the crotch. And he woke up dry this morning and took himself off to the potty. Grown-up or what?

Midwife coming out this morning. They want to a “wee sample” so they can test it themselves. Never mind that I’ve actually worked in a hospital lab, apparently I’m not competent to pee on a stick. Sigh.

Oh, and I’ve actually found and sorted the tiniest baby-clothes. Not laundered them yet though.