Cuckoo in the nest?

This morning I took Isabella, a friend’s daughter about the same age as Isaac, to nursery. Louise, her mum, had an early meeting and we live just round the corner from the nursery, so it was an easy favour.
Having another child to look after was an eye opener for me about just how ‘bespoke’ we are as parents. I’m so used to Isaac and the way he smiles, squeaks for attention, runs around the house…and what he weighs…that Isabella gave me a little culture shock.
I know I’d have been more than able to cope with any upsets (not that there were any, Louise!) but in terms of basic interactions it was all a bit of a learning curve. Plus, I am so glad we chose our buggy! That Mclaren thing kept getting under my size 11s and driving me mental.
And by the way, I will be taking some pictures of Isabella in the New Year, once that grandparental haircut grows out…watch this space!