Urgle

Well this time yesterday I was considering giving myself a stomachectomy having caught gastro from Fred who got it at the Germ Factory (creche). We all got it - there's been a lot of vomiting in this house over the last two weeks - this is the second bout the girls have got in a fortnight. Let's hope we're all super-immune for a while. Fred is a champion vomiter - she's neat and contained and as soon as she's finished she says brightly 'I'm better now!' and then expresses a great deal of concern for us because we look worried or sad ('Are you all right, Mama?'). She'd be a good Pollyanna, with one of those mysterious injuries that makes you lie around being windswept and interesting for a while until you discover that being glad is the only medicine. Una is pretty good too, but of course sick one year olds are just heartbreaking.

We're dropping Fred back to one day a week at creche over summer, just because it seems silly to send her when Martin and I are both at home and we've still got Una anyway who isn't the easy blobby baby she once was. In a lot of ways it's easier to have both rather than just one. And it will reduce our contact time with lergies. And besides all those sensible reasons, we just miss her!