Priceless

Have you ever had one of those days when you realize that there is zero glamour in your job? This afternoon, snuggling in the sun on the sofa with Ethan, nursing him and preparing him for his late afternoon nap, Ethan made the familiar bodily sounds that indicate time to quickly change his nappy. Before I picked him up I checked the nappy openings on each leg to make sure that all was contained. Feeling confident of containment I lifted him up from my lap, head cradled in one arm and feet in the other. As I lay him in his bassinet to change him I felt something drip on my foot. Surprised I looked down. Those of you with any knowledge of the bowel movements of 3 month olds will be aware that defecation is a very liquid affair. Sure enough I’d received my own personal badge of courage right on my instep. I had neglected to contain the escape route at the waist! I quickly reached for some wipes for a fast cleanup before dealing with Ethan. As I cleaned my foot and wiped my stain-resistant khakis (thank goodness for REI) I thought about how I should wear a little black number on a regular basis, with something sparkly to liven it up. Otherwise there is no glamour here. Just then I looked at two very sparkly blue gems shining up at me. My trousers and foot were forgotten for the moment, and I knew. This is my treasure.

Ethan always looks this happy when I place him in the bassinet to change his nappy.