Mum’s Life: ‘Time to trust Tate’

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ANYONE who has had to learn the skill of putting a nappy on a wriggling, small child can appreciate that it’s not an easy task to master.

With that in mind, readers of this column will understand why I applaud my friend Katy, who managed to put Tate’s nappy on backwards – flawlessly!

Let me explain. Katy had kindly offered her services as designated babysitter last week while I was attending a scuba diving lesson.

I left Tate freshly-bathed, changed and just finishing his tea – I didn’t think I would be gone longer than an hour so I wasn’t concerned that Katy openly admits to not being able to change nappies.

Three hours later I returned to a very smug looking Tate and a slightly disgruntled Katy.

“The prune juice you put in his milk kicked in – half an hour after you walked out the door!” She said.

I was super-impressed that she had managed to clean him up without any guidance, so we had a giggle about it and she headed home.

It was not until 4am and Tate woke up needing to be changed that I discovered what she had actually done.

It took me at least five minutes fumbling around in the dark looking for the straps on the nappy to undo before I realised it was on back to front.

Bless Katy for her efforts, it’s these moments that make me and Tate so grateful she is always around – to make us laugh!

ON a recent trip to Sainsburys I decided it was time to trust Tate a bit more – lesson learnt.

I chose to forgo the safety of the shopping trolley and opted for a basket instead with the intention of holding Tate’s hand as we browsed the aisles.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He was like a clockwork mouse – as soon as his feet touched the supermarket floor, he was off.

I chased him down the salad aisle, up the cheese aisle and through the meat section – it was relentless.

I even tried the ‘bye then’ tactic of pretending to leave, that just made him laugh.

I gave up and let him run around while watching him from a distance, he rewarded me by coming back with armfuls of crisp packets, a melon and two yoghurt pots.

Enough was enough, I abandoned my shop and paid for my items with Tate tucked safely under one arm.

Never again shall I ignore the benefits of a toddler securely strapped in a shopping trolley!