1. Pirates
2. Lunch a deux
3. The Cot
Back in with Son 2 aged 21m as I’m still not sleeping. Wakened by “Mummmeeee.” I peered round the pile of pillows I’d put between me and the cot to stop him seeing me. He peered back. “Boo,” he said. I picked him up. “Wa-wa,” he said, pointing to the glass on the bedside table. I gave him a gulp, and laid him down beside me in the double bed. “Up,” he said. Son 1 aged 4y 9m was already downstairs watching telly with The Man. Son 1 has been busting for me to play pirates with him. Pang. I played it with him on Sunday but cannot remember the last time we played together before then. He had the treasure, the monsters and the Tower Of Doom. My pirates were going to attack the castle. I put together an airforce of four Peter Pans and Tinkerbell, ready to attack his three-headed dragon. I took my eye off the Playmobil pirates for an instant and they’d been scalped, their earrings stolen. “Earrings are treasure,” I was told. Son 1 is Very Particular about how the Playmobil pirates are dressed – they can never vary from how they came out of their boxes. I’d put them together any old how. Every now and then, during the battle, Son 1 stopped and looked at my efforts, shaking his head. “That is just so wrong.” Afterwards, he and Wonder Nanny dressed them properly. She of course knows every set of cuffs and kerchiefs.
The Man and I left the boys with Wonder Nanny and went for lunch. For us, a Good Thing. We decided to move Son 2 into Son 1’s bedroom so I can read in bed if I can’t sleep. We want them in together, and this week is a good time because I’m off and can sort/get up if things don’t work out.
When we got back Wonder Nanny left for a doctor’s appointment. The boys and I watched Ice Age. ”Son 1, would you like to have Son 2 ’s cot in with you?” “Yes! Yes! Let’s move it now!” “Son 2, would you like us to put your cot in Son 1’s room so you can sleep with him?” “No.” Wails from Son 1. Clearly, Son 2 hadn’t understood. “Would you like to sleep with Son 1?” “No.” I gave it one more shot. “Shall we put your cot next to Son 1’s bed?” “No.” And yet it moved. I really don’t think Son 2 was happy, but Son 1 was delighted. I lay Son 2 down in the cot. In the same position, in the same place Son 1 used to sleep, till he was about 2y 9m, when we moved him into his bed to get the cot clear for the arrival of Son 2. Another Pang, and I don’t think it was back trouble.
