The wheels on the bus…


Time disappears, perspective shrinks with a baby and a toddler visiting the house. Never mind hundreds of years of history, creative thoughts and suchlike. Days are taken up with porridge, bath, nappies, Row, Row, Row Your Boat, Maisie’s Train, The Wheels On The Bus; and where is the toddler, where are the dogs, who’s picking up the baby and so on and so on. Tiny details become everything: the difference between a delighted smile and a panic-stricken frown on the face of a small person, the little stone in the path suddenly fascinating to a tottering toddler; a new word, a new skill, every eyelash on the babies’ eyes you spend so long staring into while willing them to sleep. So much staring: you can see those cogs whirring. Such tiny bodies and such amazing brains!

Maisie’s Train, the book I forgot to take on the train the other day, is a hit. My favourite new book Is ‘A Bit Lost,’ about a baby owl falling out of the nest and being reunited with Mummy. It’s by Chris Haughton, beautifully drawn and lovely colours, funny and sweet.

Took toddler with us to buy flour from Heckington Windmill and sample the strudel at the Mill House Tea Rooms. Meanwhile daughter’s partner has been cutting down some of the many leylandii that surround our future vegetable garden (pictured below). Good work!


One thought on “The wheels on the bus…

  1. Indeed, babies and toddlers take up a great deal of time and a great deal of attention and are rewarding, more or less, as much as they are exhausting. I’d like to point out that Wordsworth, with his address to a very young person:-

    “Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,
    And custom lie upon thee with a weight,
    Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!”

    almost certainly never actually looked after a small child. Otherwise he would have been hoping for “custom” (heavy as frost or otherwise) to lie upon the young person with whatever weight it would. But that’s the Romantic poets: all men and mostly childless.

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