We left Scotland yesterday morning and spent last night with mum in Wallasey. DS is absolutely shattered by his week away; add into the equation that he is now too big for the travel cot and you get the general idea of how tired he is. We decided that we would leave mum’s this morning, instead of waiting until the evening, which is what we usually do, in the hope that we would be home in time for DS to have his nap in his own bed. The best laid plans and all that … poor DS was sick, the projectile vomiting kind, in the car twice on the way home and then once all over his daddy later in the afternoon. The new car seat has been well and truly christened!
DS is 31-months-old today and the only photo I could manage was when he’d gone to bed. He wasn’t willing to play ball and I think you can see in the photo that he’s not been well today. Fingers crossed it’s only a 24 hour bug.