Papoose Day

I've been enjoying a sunny day off work. I've enjoyed it so much that i've managed to burn my neck and forehead. All the sun safety promotion lectures i had with work must have been entirely ignored.

Helen had a difficult day with Emma yesterday. She had postnatal group in the morning and Emma gristled through a talk on weaning. When they came home, Emma cried and wouldn't settle for most of the day. Leila, Rob and Helen pushed Emma down to Scarletts for an ice cream. The weather was very windy and this seemed to make Emma all the more angry! In the evening yesterday, I forgot to load the meat I had bought in Tesco from the work fridge into the car, so had to go back to work for it. On the way home (for the second time) I bought some naughty chips, and we had sausage, egg and chips for tea. Fried egg naturally! Blooming marvellous!









Last night was fairly normal, a feed at 11pm, 2.30am, 4.30am, then a gristle at 5.30 after which Emma slept on my chest until 8am. After a feed, Helen managed another few hours sleep, until I woke her with toast and a hot chocolate.



We set about tidying up the garden, and Helen stoned some plums I'd bought cheaply from the market to make into wine. Once mixed with water, I've got enough for two buckets of wine! I put Emma into the papoose and mowed the lawn then dug through some flower beds. She fell asleep almost straight away despite the jiggling about and the noise - quite a revelation! I was so taken with the magic papoose, that when Helen set off to have her hair done at Taylor Phillips in Portishead, I invited Rob and Bex to join me in a walk along the sea front with Emma slung in her papoose. We had an ice cream in Scarletts where I met Sandrine, a lady who had been in antenatal classes with us, with her new son, Casey who was looking gorgeous! Rob and Bex both had a good carry of Emma who remained asleep throughout.

A special mention should go to the Clevedon train which was doing its rounds of the Salthouse Field. Its circuit is about 800m and at no point do you go out of eyesight of the station. The readers of FHM voted it one of the worst seaside attraction in Britain. Its called the Rio Grande!

When we got back, we dropped in on Rob and Leila, and then Emma awoke. Rob gave her some milk, then kept her calm with a walk around until Helen came back to give her a proper feed. Helen was pleased to hear how well the papoose was calming Emma, so when I went out to a migraine training evening, she took Emma out along the river with it, and again found it magically calmed her. Perhaps this is the start of a new marsupial era of calm!