Evidence that having kids could cost you a lot in petrol ...
Me: Hiya. Where are you?
Son: Just getting out of the car and going back into the house.
Me: Oh, where have you been?
Son: For a long drive.
Me: Oh, that's nice. What a lovely, spontaneous thing to do on a Saturday.
Son: It wasn't the plan. But we went to the shops, and Elijah fell asleep in the car on the way back. And when Elijah falls asleep in the car, you keep driving. We carried on for an hour.
I can't think of a better story to illustrate what it's like with tiny children. Elijah hasn't exactly won any awards so far for Learning How to Nap in the Daytime.
I remember it well - all the different ways of getting them to sleep/keeping them asleep, including going out for walks at three in the morning, envying everyone whose curtains are shut and whose lights are out; putting the vacuum cleaner right next to the cot, and being very tempted to insert one of the tubes into their ears; and walking up and down the stairs while carrying them to simulate the motion of a bumpy car ride on sand dunes.
Before the kids come along, all of this is foreign and weird. You can say to a pregnant woman, 'Ah, well, this time next year, you'll be sitting your baby in his pram next to the men drilling the road!' but she won't believe you. Yet.
Here's another picture of Elijah - I've been very disciplined about not putting too many on the blog, don't you think? It's been hard. Look at him!
|A moment in history: his first ever spoonful of proper food (well, baby rice ....)|