No, seriously. We locked him inside a sports hall for eight hours with a security guards on every door and he didn't get lost
(The NCT Nearly new sale is a national institution- people with money and clean childrens clothes sell them to people like me, and it makes money for the NCT
It's our equivalent of your Bradley classes, but with breastfeeding support and a campaigning wing as well and less of the husband-coached bit.
The saga is that for three weeks running, every time we took Isaac out anywhere he'd drift off to look at something more interesting than his family, look up, realise that we weren't right next to him and decide that at 7, he's a big boy and can handle this himself. So once he decided that the sensible thing to do was to sit by the car, once he decided to go to the shop we were going to next, and once, bless him, he just sat on the floor and cried. I have to say, that made it a lot easier to find him.
: So for the last six weeks or so, every time we take him out in public he's wearing one of his huge collection of tie-dye t-shirts with my mobile number written on his arm, just in case we need to describe him to a passer by or he does it again.
Bless. And in this house, it's ALWAYS Isaac
I love him, but he drives me insane on a regular basis.
On the bright side, I got the new bean a moses basket to nap in, a handful of clothes (all unsuitably-sized newborn sleepsuits, but they were cute and cheap) and Skye a huge, huge, huge wardrobe full of clothes for 60 quid, and a big, beautiful nursing cushion. Which I love. I can snuggle it and cuddle it all night long and rest my head and knees and bump on it and it's wonderful
I figured that as it looks like I might be tandem nursing this time, at least occasionally, it might come in handy.