Thursday evenings, a fairly standard evening you might think and it was for us too. James and I had received a short notice invite to dinner at my mums, so I purchased a pud to take a long. My mums lasagne, to us kids, is a family staple meal, the sort of meal that if it's offered, you head back home for. Thankfully James feel's the same about Granny C's lasagne (and also Waitrose bread & butter pudding with custard).
We headed home, J went down to sleep, I caught up on the ironing, the usually thrilling activities. Pip came home, we chatted and headed to bed.
Sometime later I woke, to the sound of J coughing and then could hear that he wasn't really settling afterwards. You know the sort of sleep you get when you wake refreshed then realise you've had about an hour? I had had that sort of sleep.
I went in to check on J and discovered him, bleary eyed and smelly, one end and a nasty surprise (above mentioned lasagne and pud) the other.
Baby change, sheet, jammies, sleep bag and ducky in the bath, scrabble around for spare sheet, fetch semi-sleeping baby from parents bed (having cleaned him up with babywipes - Pip told me this weekend he still reeked as he lovingly nuzzled into Pip for cuddles), silently congratulate oneself on dealing with night-time illness unaided by hubs, head back to bed.
Half an hour later, come-to, hear more coughing and unsettled baby. Fear the worst. Go to check on J and fears are confirmed, repeat the above (why do small children lie in said nasty surprise rather than move?) minus the parents bed part, from there on replace with call Pip to fetch Rufus (toy) from downstairs as J more awake this time and rather bemused as to why mumum is stripping him off and trying to pop him in a sleep suit while trying to remember where the spare spare sheet/blanket combo is. Whisper in agreement with hubs when he suggests loading the washing machine - at 1am - (even at that hour the thought of vommy sheets, jammies etc. the following morning was Not appealing).
And as all good things come in 3's, now super sensitive-to-baby-not-sleeping mum hears child stir again a short while later and makes it into the room to rescue baby, blankets and toys from vom. Silently congratulates oneself on minor achievement whilst thinking we actually have no spare sheets left for the cot. Hubs duly folds a single bed sheet to lay in the cot. A quick wet wipe later and a cuddle with a truly smelly baby and head to bed at 1.45am.
Despite the video above Friday James was as wiped out as we were so while Pip had to head into work this preggo spent a morning nap researching house insurance quotes and savings account over a cup of (very strong) tea. Lunch was at the Uni with Pip and during a brief stroll round Shirley I decided that Friday afternoon could only be made better by a cake, a marble cake (not sure why) so we nipped in to purchase some ingredients and headed home. J for another nap and me to bake. A Mary Berry Chocolate Marble cake no less, recipe here.
I took liberties and added in some chopped walnuts to the vanilla half of the cake, which has added some good texture and I would suggest upping the vanilla favouring generally to the cake as it uses less that I would add to a standard cupcake recipe.
Also, check how large your loaf pan is, turns our mine isn't a 2lb tin...
Cake did indeed make Friday better and while I am now on high alert for every cough during the night (super-sensitive-to-baby-sleeping has bitten me the rest of the weekend and I am pooped!) we have had no further incident and have caught up and dried all the washing and even managed to finish hanging the wallpaper in the lounge!
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