God it was wet today. I went out with George for about half an hour and came back with two pieces of cheese a blue plate and about a litre of water - in my clothes, boots and hair.... and the worst part? It was also pretty muggy so I felt horrible and clammy and yeuuuk. In the five minutes I took to bung on a clean t-shirt and trousers George had woken from his pram slumber and no wonder...on removing his waterproof bubble (aka - the raincover) I realised all too quickly from the sea of stench that the inevitable had happened and that after a two day no show there had been a nappy explosion. For the delicate of stomach - turn back now.
The contents of said nappy, had somehow defeated gravity and climbed UP his body and were now nestling around his tummy, back and chest...in fact, not to put too finer point on it, he was nearly up to his armpits in poo. It took me around fifteen minutes to clean the boy and bag the nappy, I then had to remove the clothes...I'll spare you the details but I was almost in tears by the time I had him in fresh and clean things. Throughout the proceedings and as if to prove he wasn't in the least be bothered by having damn near blasted his pants off, George giggled and grinned and kicked and sucked on his bib and gurgled ba baaa BAA!
I want my own personal waterproof bubble...
Some blossoming evidence that summer might be on it's way and the very full river Calder looking murky and menacing and very much evidence of the monsoon we have been having.
Happiness is...a clean nappy
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