This week has been extremely trying. Little bear has been poorly. I have been poorly. Dear heart has been poorly. Even evil cat is off colour and her fur is definitely not on top form.
Little bear has brought a nasty cough back from nursery to share with us all, and when he is poorly he is more prone to tantrums. He hardly ever is bad, so when he is it is a shock.
Friday he was upstairs playing quietly as I sat downstairs and coughed. I became concerned about the state of his nappy so I went upstairs. As I went upstairs I could hear a tiny whisper 'tidy oop, tidy oop.'
I had left the nappy box in. Now little bear is quite a big boy now so the damage was a distribution of wipes, a yellow moustache of metanium and the roll of bags unrolled EVERYWHERE. Little bear helpfully pointed out, 'more bags, more bags.'
Little bear, when he thinks of something, sometimes whispers what he is thinking - it is so cute. he also whispers if it is dark.
Not only had there been an attack of the nappy box, little bear obviously decided that he needed to change his pyjama trousers. So the pyjama trousers had been hung on the floor so that they wouldn't fall down and get lost and he was wearing a pair of pyjama shorts. The shorts were elderly and well washed so he had had no trouble getting both legs down one trouser and was wearing the shorts as a sort of belt with his nappy hanging down underneath it. With the yellow bum cream moustache it was quite a dashing outfit!
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