Rescue me

There have been times, mostly when crazypixie was just born, that himself has dropped everything to come home and help me cope with our crying baby.
There have been days when I’ve rung him at 9 in the morning sobbing down the phone, ‘When are you coming home?’ Then we’ve chatted and all was well in the world again
There have been mornings, following rough nights, when he’s quietly taken crazypixie downstairs, fed her and amused her while I’ve snored away upstairs with tinyelf.
Today it was my turn to rescue him.

Tinyelf and I were in bed as she was having her morning feed. My phone rang. Bizarrely it was himself, who was presumably just downstairs. I answered, hopeful that it was an offer of a cup of tea. But no.
A sheepish voice asked me to come down stairs and let him in.
Confused, I threw on a big t-shirt, and bounded down the stairs only to be greeted by crazypixie.
‘Where’s dada?’ I asked.
‘Outside,’ she grinned and pointed. There he was peering in the glass looking all lost puppyish.
I opened the door and we both just collapsed laughing. Apparently he had just popped out to get something from the car, he’d put the top lock on the latch and pulled the door after him. Then when he tried to get back in all he could hear was the key turning in the lock.
Clever crazypixie!

An unexpectedly good day.

We had a rough night last night – crazypixie had the snuffles and was very restless, so needless to say I was not the most cheerful this morning and was probably even crankier than my beloved offspring at breakfast.

So with the prospect of a day with an irate me not coping very well with my demanding daughter looming large I settled at my computer to have a quick moan into the blogosphere.
I had tapped out a few lines when crazypixie decided that this would not be a morning where she would happily play away while mummy typed. Sighing, I looked around for something to keep us occupied at 8 o'clock in the morning and then looked out and saw it was a beautiful day.

The computer was abandoned, fleeces and shoes hurriedly pulled on and into the back garden we went. Crazypixie forgot all about her miserableness and happily started doing laps of the garden, only pausing for plant tasting and trying to find good stuff in the compost. I found a comfy chair in a sunny spot and really relaxed – a huge achievement for me. After a while we did a bit of gardening and then crazypixie kept herself amused for ages doing ‘boo’ in the cat flap at our rather bewildered felines.

And the day got even better in the afternoon when we decamped to mammydiaries garden and crazypixie and the snotqueen happily played in the grass while us two eight month pregnant ladies sipped non-alcoholic wine from champagne flutes in the sunshine.

The only minor hitch in the day was when the aforementioned eight month pregnant ladies and two toddlers managed to lock themselves out. But enter helpful neighbours who prevented toddlers being thrown over the side gate and given directions to come rescue mummy.

Roll on more summer days.....