Jun
1
Bib triumph!
It’s 3am… Sprog is soggy and hungry. After sogginess has been solved onto the feeding. “Ah-ha!” thinks my weary brain… “I shall put a bib on him so he doesn’t get covered in dribbly milk seeing as I’ve just changed his sleep suit” all goes to plan and I get ready to put Sprog back to bed… excellent, Smug Mummy. That’s when I discover he has projectile hurled all over his leg and foot without me noticing.
