The secret to a good nights sleep? Bird poo.
Last night when we got back from nursery it was so nice and warm that we took Baby B for a walk in the woods round the corner. We were having a nice cuddle and talking about the singing birdies, the big trees and the smell of wild garlic. It was idyllic, like a Gap advert for parenthood.
Then I noticed a grey and white splodge on his T-Shirt and head. We quickly stripped his t-shirt off, wiped his head and retreated home for supper, a hair wash and bath before bed.
They say it brings you luck, who knew it meant luck for the parents?