First night in a while with no vomit fire drills, hoooray!
He chowed down on toast & cantaloupe this morning and my back seized up hefting him into his high chair. Fortunately I'd already made coffee. I put on Kipper then lay down on a purple tennis ball to try and un-knot things. The distraction failed and I was subjected to Enhanced Toddler Interrogation Methods, a tennis ball lodged in my back while Fuss sat on my chest hitting me in the face with his new whirligig.
We're off to England shortly. I'm hoping for a puke-free flight and a minimum of baby jet lag.
Man plans, fate laughs....
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England?! Oooo, I want to know more. And I will be sending VERY positive puke-free cosmic vibes your way . . .
we're off to a manor house in Sussex for a week, visiting Creelea & her fella. Should be fun, she wants to take us to the RSC for King Lear.
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