“Isn’t this nice. A quiet sit down dinner, our first since she was born, where we can eat off the table and relax. It’s really nice to be able to chill out in front of the telly. She’s sound asleep, look at her.” I agreed wholeheartedly, how lovely and tranquil it felt. A little adult time in amongst all the baby stuff. Ahhh.
RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!
“Oh lord! I can’t leave her lying in that. I’ll need to change her.”
“Don’t wo…”
RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!
“Ermm, don’t worry dear I’ll do it.”
Actually it wasn’t that bad. More HP sauce, but not as copious an amount as yesterday. Quite manageable in the scheme of things. All clean and shiny in no time, ready for the fresh nappy.
… STRIKE 3
“Err, quick, some kitchen roll love. Don’t worry, the towel’s had it already. Right. There we go.” By this stage we were down to about two cotton wool balls and half the towel, but once again all was well and clean and shiny.
“Right, if you lift her up again I’ll just get the towel folded over, then I can slide the fresh nappy in for you to do her up. OK, here we go.”
“Oh, no!”
“Watch it!”
“It’s all over your jeans, quick, get her back over the change mat. She’s got your arm. Quick get her covered.”
“Mia! No! Get back!”
Oh joy. Parenthood is like nothing I have ever done before. Nothing.