I also do tap water after 6 months.
clucky Loving the cave hacking.
I am exhausted. Just when we were in the middle of our conversation yesterday morting about two being harder than one, Bonnie's nursery phoned to say 'Surprise, surprise, she has caught that conjunctivitis infection that all the other kiddies are riddled with. Please collect her now like.' (I paraphrase.)
So that turned my day to custard. Off to GPs to get eyedrops, then stuck with two grumpy demanding children and all other plans for the day cancelled. (I was supposed to have nice cake and natter with the other mummies.
) Instead my day included highlights like washing wee out of the stair carpet after Bonnie decided to remove her own nappy then got confused about what to do next.
To top it off Clyde woke up at 3:55 am this morning and decided it was party time in my bed for for the next 2 hours. I have never seen anything like it! He was climbing on me, leaping forward with both hands, falling over laughing and doing it all again. Accompanied by a top-volume joyful meander through his entire repertoire of consonants and vowels. It would have been funny if I wasn't weeping with tiredness trying to shush him. MrP got up and slept on the floor in the study as he had only just got back to bed after trying to convince Bonnie to sleep in her own room. It was like poor Mr Bear in 'Peace at Last'.
They are very cute though. I think Clyde's thing is he is just realising that he can play with us, so he doesn't want to miss an opportunity. And Bonnie has developed a thing for our owl-shaped doorstop.
She wraps it in a muslin, carefully puts it in Clyde's car seat, changes its nappy. Owl now has his own bottle, and has to be carefully rocked to sleep and cuddled if he is feeling poorly. I've decided there's a major transference thing going on, as Bonnie will announce 'Owl has a really stinky poo' or 'Owl is feeling tired and wants a cuddle' etc etc!
I find myself having serious conversations about a doorstop. This was not in the books.