We’ve had Youngest Daughter here for a week, with Son in Law, Gorgeous Grandson (2) and Baby Bunting (7 weeks).

One of the things Grandparents are good for is changing nappies :yes: Now Hub is a veteran in this department, what with 4 kids of our own and now 5 grandkids. He doesn’t turn a hair at the most challenging nappy – and believe me, the older the child, the more challenging the nappy šŸ˜‰

So when YD asked him if he would like to change Baby Bunting, Hub bore him off to the bathroom with confidence.

We all heard him exclaim in disgust. ‘CALL THAT A DIRTY NAPPY ???!!!’ he said …

Anyway, freshly changed and smelling sweet, Baby Bunting then indulged in his favourite activity. We spotted this from very early on, when he first came home from the hospital.

He absolutely adores lying on his changing mat, on the bathroom floor, staring at who-knows-what … the loo? the basin?? the ceiling??? …. kicking away quite happily and gurgling and cooing in the very best of good tempers.

So we no longer ask why the baby has been left on the bathroom floor šŸ˜‰



  1. I can remember lying on my back in the basket scales at the chemist’s shop and being absolutely fascinated by all the brown varnished shelves of different coloured bottles and the amazing variety of smells. I also remember, not much older, being delighted by the light reflections in the bathroom when the sun was shining through the window and bouncing off the water in the bath or handbasin onto the tiled walls. There is so much to be amazed by when “the world is so new and all” I do hope that I never stop being amazed! And I wish the same for Baby Bunting.


    1. You must have been very young if you were in the basket scales. How extraordinary to be able to recall a time so far back! Thank you for your lovely wish.


      1. My guess is that I was about four to five months. Apart from one clearly dateable single event, most of my pre-one year memories tend to relate to oft repeated actions. From one to three years my memories are patchy, but very clear and increasingly detailed as my vocabulary increased, sentences became fully structured and literacy dawned. (Having the words to form the thoughts seems to play a significant part in many memories.) From three to six my memories are backed up by my own written and drawn record, and from six I have my diary, but nothing written or drawn or photographed comes close to the vividness of my memories. I think it is a lucky genetic quirk – many of my relatives on both sides of the family have/had very early, very vivid memories.


  2. Send him round here….Trent has some ‘wonderful’ fillings…fortunately Paige just announces to all wherever she is that she needs to do ‘a sausage’ OMG…number 3 due in 6 weeks.

    P xx


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