The Potty Song

 I made up a song to sing when holding E out over the potty. Sometimes they won't go until I sing the song. 

To the tune of "Give a dog a bone"

I love you, you love me
You like being nappy free
You're sitting in my lap over the potty
Do you want to do a wee?

You love me, I love you
I think you know what to do

You're sitting in my lap over the potty
Do you want to do a poo?

Also includes alternate versions eg when a poo has been started but not finished, "Is there any more in you?" And when leaving them lying over a damp nappy for a couple of minutes because they're too full of milk to hold out, "You're lying on the mat over the nappy"

The song works well. The only problem is that sometimes I get it stuck in my head all day!

Farewell Geoff

Someone totalled our car!

It happened out of nowhere. I woke up from a short nap a week ago and Leo was outside in the road with E. An articulated lorry had tried to turn the corner of our street and had smashed the bonnet of our Yaris which was parked there. WTF dude? Why on earth did you think that driving down a tiny residential street with cars parked on both sides in your articulated lorry was okay?

So we've been on the phone to the insurers, and they've given us a hire car (a rather zippy Ford Fiesta) and there was a weird delay while we were waiting for them to collect Geoff the Yaris for repairs, and then away he went on the back of one of those double decker buses for busted cars.

And then they called and told us he was a write off. Poor Geoff. He was the first car I bought with my own money (with Leo) and I was very fond of him.

So now we have to wrangle over how much he was worth, and even if we get an acceptable sum out of the insurance based on what it'd cost us to buy another 2010 Yaris, they won't compensate us for the time it'll take us to look for and buy a second hand car, and... Ugh. Out of nowhere. Parked totally quietly by the side of the road. What an absolute pain.

Fleas, broken washing machine, broken hip, baby with chronic vomiting and now a wrecked car through no fault of our own. Come on, universe, cut us some slack.