So, to recap.
The Baby had regressed to the sleep-loathing child of old, she hated going to nursery, reducing me to tears every time I left her sobbing and breaking her heart in the arms of the nursery staff, and she was redecorating our dining room with tomato, avocado and pasta (as opposed to eating them; she is not an avant-garde artistic prodigy).
And now?
All change!… Continue reading
