Day one of two: in numbers

This week we had our first proper day as a three post-paternity leave, the first whole day of me with the two children. And do you know what? We survived…so it can’t have been all that bad, can it? I jest, it was actually pretty fun at times. If not relentless.

The hardest part was managing toddler logistics while holding a small, sling-refusing baby. And toddler time (either right now or longer than time itself) is difficult to align with newborn time (generally a few seconds of warning before factor ten red alert).

Here’s how the numbers stacked up:

* Number of us who got dressed: all three, at some point (yesss)
* Times we left the house: once
* Distance we made it from the house before returning, soaking wet, due to jumping in puddles: 10 fun metres
* Loads of washing: endless
* Times we watched Frozen: actually, just the once
* Value of Frozen in distraction (e.g. hours of Elsa and ‘Arnar’ role play, stories and ‘let it go’ dancing): priceless
* Topsy and Tim books read: all of them
* Probability of the toddler wanting something I’d not second guessed the minute the baby started feeding: 100%
* Number of arms you’d ideally need for this: around 8, I reckon
* Three things I’ve learned: patience, enthusiasm and energy are challenging to fake when you’ve had four hours of broken sleep. But yeah! etc
* Amount of times I hid in the kitchen, cramming biscuits into my mouth while hyperventilating and looking longingly at the wine rack: none (I call that a result).

Have a great weekend! x