Andy's got some time off at the moment.
This meant that on Thursday, whilst I was selling cream eggs to people and generally indulging my OCD side on a particularly messy fixture, Andy was at home with Joseph.
Mum got the day off, but Andy didn't. Joseph behaved the way he always does at home - full of boundless energy, always being where he shouldn't and being fussy with his naps. Every now and again I think that Joseph probably needs less sleep in the day, sometimes he hardly wants to sleep at all. The problem with this is that on those days he gets more and more unmanageable as the day goes on and by 6pm it's a Herculean task to get his dinner in him. He gets distressed and then finds it hard to go to sleep in the evening.
What usually happens is that just as I'm thinking I should cut his sleep time down, he decides that once more he needs all of it again. He will then be a good boy in the evening, go down at 7pm and not wake till after six.
This Thursday was a no-sleep day. Apparently all he did was stand up in his cot and cry. He had about ten minutes in the afternoon and that was all. Yesterday, his morning nap was also rather broken and he didn't get an afternoon nap, well not a proper one, as we were out for the day.
We wanted Joseph to see the baby lambs. He decided to fall asleep in the car just as we drove past the field they were in and he missed them the first time. Still, no matter. We parked, wrestled a rather grumpy child into his baby back pack and took a stroll.
He likes being carried around. He liked patting Daddy on the head and pointing at things. He liked it even more when we stopped to give him some of his lunch and he was allowed to run around for a while.
Joseph is now of the age of passing. That means that he picks things up and passes them to you, whether you want them or not. After a very short space of time I had a handful of flint rocks and dry pieces of grass. Eventually he gave up with trying to lever a very large lump of flint out of the path and we turned round and headed back.
A small child walking back down a slope - a recipe for fun, games and running really really fast. Poor little boy, he just kept picking up speed. He also still kept trying to pick up rocks from the path and this ended with him taking a little tumble.
We put him back in the baby carrier. He didn't want to go and really expressed his opinion about it. Eventually we got going again and walked back down the path and further up the road to where the little sheep were.
Baby lambs are cute, but for the most part, Joseph wasn't too convinced. He did look at them, but as he couldn't pick them up and pass them to me and they didn't have buttons to press, they were of limited interest.
The plan after that was to have a cream tea in a near by National Trust property, but we realised that we'd forgotten my membership card. No matter, there was an Indian restaurant just up the road that said it did lunches.
I have to admit, when we pulled up it looked like it might be shut. It wasn't, but we were the only people there. I felt a bit silly, all dusty and sweaty from our walk and walking into quite a posh looking establishment. We ordered and ate poppadums, letting Joseph sample all the flavours but the lime pickle.
We ate chicken shashlik, tamarind lamb, sag aloo, peshwari naan and pilau rice. Joseph liked all of it, but seemed a little unconvinced by the naan. We finished off with caramel ice cream and Joseph had his fair share of that, too.
This morning he is in his usual mood of both cute and annoying so the curry has done him no harm at all. The trouble is, I know there's a nappy brewing and it's going to be full of curry.
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