At the Museum of Childhood
His new old doll pram.
He disappeared into the kitchen with it, followed by a long silence,
a whimper and a cry of "Toes!".
I walked in to find him trapped in it.
I couldn't help but laugh (and call for Paul to fetch the camera).
Things should ease up a bit now that he's well enough to return to nursery two mornings a week. But we still haven't been able to break him of his going to bed at 11pm since the clocks went forward and I have no idea what's been happening during his naptimes. Last night he didn't get to sleep till 11:45pm!!!!! I know I should have tried putting him down much earlier, and I meant to, but
Masterchef didn't finish till 10 I was on my own last night and it took me twice as long to get anything done and then he started being all lively and cute and singing uncle, uncle little star.