Jude met his little brother yesterday, who was only a few hours old at the time. He had a big smile on his face, but I really don't think he understood what was going on.
I stole him back from Nanny's last night about 10:30, and put him straight to bed - And then he woke up crying about 45 minutes after I'd managed to get to sleep. We had some couch time, and a bit of nurofen, and he seemed good when I put him to bed again. He had a good sleep until 7:30, when we got up, had a shower, brekky and then back to Nanny's - He was very chipper too.
I've managed to lose the bloody prescription for him too. Shit.
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