Mucky Baby
Freyja’s not going to appreciate this post when she grows up and reads it – she’ll probably say something like “Mum, you are so embarrassing, I hate you!”, but I’ll deal with that when and if it happens.
Last night, James went to bath her like he usually does, and cries out for help. I think, “Bloody hell, what is it with you and not being able to do anything without needing me”, thinking that he has been faced with a pooey nappy or something just as grotesque. But no, last night was different. I go into the bathroom, to be passed a very beautiful naked Freyja. Not just passed like normal – passed at arm’s length. What’s she done? Poo’ed in the bath!! For the first time in almost 10 months, she crapped in the bath. There’s a first for everything I guess. Bless her heart. She wondered what the hell was going on. So there I was, also holding her at arm’s length, as James sifted the bath and ran her a fresh one.
I guess that’s one way of upping the water bill!