Things that happened during this morning’s first supermarket adventure as a family of five:
1. Wilf did a poo before we’d even made it to the end of the fruit and veg aisle. He then woke and started frantically gumming at the trolley seat, searching for a boob (it had been at least 25 minutes since his last feed by this point, so y’know, he was starving). .
2. Jude slalomed in and out of all the people doing their Big Shop, stopping every now and again to showboat various wrestling moves (sorry to anyone who witnessed the ‘five knuckle shuffle’ and ‘people’s elbow’ next to the cold meat counter). .
3. We paid over the odds for yoghurts after letting the boys pick some that were not only extortionate but also approximately 90g of sugar per 100g. Any other day it would have been a no, but sometimes you gotta choose your battles.
4. Henry declared, with some urgency, that he too was desperate for the toilet. Jude, who insisted on tagging along for the toilet trip, then had a tantrum in the cubicle because he wasn’t allowed to wipe his brother’s bottom.
5. I remembered we’d forgotten chicken just as we got to the till, so hurried back to get some and ended up feeling a bit funny (in hindsight, 4 days post-birth was possibly a bit too soon for hurrying and certain areas of my body didn’t appreciate the rapid walking). .
6. Back at the car, Henry and Jude had a fight over absolutely nothing just as Wilf started crying.
7. James and I whispered to each other that three is actually a lot of children, reflecting specifically on the fact that we’re barely managing to call the baby by his chosen name, instead calling him Henry/Jude and one time, Misty (my Dad’s dog). .