Okay, so, H was a newborn and I’d freak out if she was kept in a nappy overnight for more than four hours, thinking she’d end up with terrible nappy rash and be in terrible pain from having a wet nappy. I do remember having an argument with Shaun and getting really uppity about it, telling him off properly, how DARE he not wake H up to make sure she’s all clean.

So now it’s a new level of hourly intervals, ones where we HAVE to ask her to go to the toilet, even if she stamps her feet and yells that she doesn’t, as not long after that we’ll have an accident (as witnessed after Stay and Play this morning). So I’ll be asking every hour and a half just in case, until I become relaxed about it and realise she has actually got it…

I found notebooks we kept when she was newborn, logging every nappy, feed, nap, anything else – lists and lists and lists of things. They’re of no use to us now, but to get rid of them seems like such a weird thing too, it’s a part of her life all logged in black and white – and these days we just rely on our memories to know what we’ve done instead. Back then we had no memories, just a notebook to keep us on track of life. Something’s going right somewhere…

In other news, the work-life-London balance is going a little wonky as they’ve decided to replace the railings around Carshalton Ponds. This is nice and all that, except that it’s going to take a month, so were I to attempt to drive I’d probably hit about seven sets of roadworks to get to work. Nice way to get people on public transport, even if there’s never any seats and it costs a bomb.