Entry for 22nd August, 2008

It was all going so well. I had been looking after the children perfectly - we had been to the book shop and read a story (educational), we had been to the soft play area (physical activity), we had cuddled on the sofa (bonding) and we had made a picture out of feathers (creative). I had ticked all the boxes, and was fairly clear that my parental infulence was going to leave them well-adjusted geniuses fully capable of striding into th brave new tomorrow as Leaders of the Future.
Then - as I was depositing nappy no.85 of the day in the bin - there was a cry of anguish from the living room. I scuttled through to see The Round Faced Boy with a tennis balled size lump of nappy cream massaging it into the axminster. (ie the carpet we had cleaned last month). He smiled at me as he did it. Which was nice of him.
And of course, he chose to do it just when my Significant Other was due back. There followed a rather desperate and sad attempt by me to remove the nappy cream from the carpet. However, that stuff is resistant to everything. It repels water (obviously) and fary liquid seems to run off it like liquid mercury. Eventually I resorted to a towel and detergant. To some extent this was successful. But only if your definition of success is a white stain in the shape of Scandinavia covering half the carpet.
At which point my Significant Other arrived home.