Escapism

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There are many times during an average day when I want to escape.

Take this morning, for example, I needed to escape to the loo. Presley and Cash decided they absolutely had to come with me. I don't really need an audience to perform, but they refused to be left behind. I was, erm, doing what I had to do, when Presley pointed at my nethers and shouted 'NO NAPPY!'. Cash joined in with the pointing and shouting. Nice.

I wish Presley had been as quick to shout 'NO NAPPY!' when his own dirty nappy had somehow come undone later and worked its way down his trouser leg to his ankle. It looked like a soggy gym weight or a chunky single leg-warmer. It was so much fun cleaning him up, she added sarcastically.

This is why I need to escape.

There are three things I like to browse on the internet, always have done, and these are handbags, houses and holidays. I have spent many a happy hour planning a holiday, some of them I've even been on!

How lovely to spend a few minutes dreaming about holidays in Italy or holidays in Greece.

I am sitting by a sparkling swimming pool, having just ordered another fruity cocktail. Shall I have another swim or shall I rest my eyes for a while?

*cue the jarring sound of a needle sliding across a record*

Neither. No time for that now, I have to tidy away the lunch devastation. Once I've done that I'll have another sneaky surf and leave the page of my virtual brochure open for Andy to see...

Escapism

Change Your Nappy and Other Modern Classics

Image courtesy of Babyworld

One of our favourite songs at Sing and Sign is 'Change Your Nappy', sung to the tune of Frere Jacques.

These are the official words:

Change your nappy, change your nappy,

carefully, carefully,

throw it in the dustbin, throw it in the dustbin,

now you're clean, nice and clean.

I'm amazed I can remember the official words after Andy made up his own:

Change your nappy, change your nappy,

cos it stinks, cos it stinks,

lob it in the landfill, lob it in the landfill,

for a thousand years, a thousand years.

I prefer this version!

Andy makes up songs for most baby-related activities. The boys love them and so do I.

There is the classic foot washing song:

Feet feet, nice and neat, keep them clean so they smell sweet.

The dressing song:

Dancing babygro, dancing on your nose, dancing on your toes, dancing babygro.

The bath time song:

Washing the baby's bits and pieces, washing the baby's balls,

washing in all those awkward creases, washing the baby's smalls.

And who could forget his mathematician's reworking of Five Little Ducks:

n little ducks went swimming one day, over the hill and far away,

Mummy duck said "quack quack quack quack", n-1 little ducks came back.

All together now...

Change Your Nappy and Other Modern Classics