vj when he says he's going to bed, you say, "Really? Does that mean the Bottle Fairy's going to be visiting then?" And when he looks confused you point out that they haven't been done, and ask who's going to do them if not him. And when he says, "You'll do them," you ask why. Why it's your job, and why he's just swanning off assuming you'll pick up the slack when he doesn't extend you the same courtesy.
As for the first nappy in the morning, for that I'd catch him at a quiet moment and just say, "By the way, when you get the baby up in the morning could you do the nappy please?" Hard to say no to a direct request like that without sounding like a knobhead.
Alternatively you could just thump him round the earhole and tell him you're going away in September and he'd just better get used to it. Although if your genders were reversed and you tried that I'd be horrified, so maybe not.
So that sleeping through thing was clearly a one off. Two feeds last night and then she woke up at six. Which shouldn't bother me, as I've been awake since half past two, but I feel like a very grumpy corpse nonetheless.
Forgive me not joining in the talk about Prince Caspian (good name for him, by the way, plonko). I just can't muster up much excitement. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, or maybe it's just that it's just a baby, and mine's ours are far cuter. I hope the kid doesn't inherit Ol' Jug-Ears's defining features though, that would be unfortunate.