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Friday, December 7, 2001

Shitty nappies    Man, am I fed up of shitty nappies. I thought Esme would have been out of them by now, but the more I try and force her to do it on the toilet, the more she resists. I think resistance is Esme's middle name.   And, well Bradley being just one... What else is a poor Dad to do but take a deep breath and do it.   And it's the range of smells. When Esme's had a lot of meat -- awwww gawwd.   Bradley's not been eating, so it's just milk shit, but that too -- awwww fucken hell!!! Bradley's on the mend    Thankfully Bradley has eaten quite a bit today. For the first time in a week! Had me worried, but Amanda took him to the quacks, and she wasn't too worried, neither was the doctor. Oh well, they were right, I was wrong.   He was prancing around in Esme's red boots today. Far too big for him, kept twisting his feet, and falling off, but he was crazy for them. I had to hold his hands as he walked, which is really tiring after two trips around the kitchen, bending down like that plays hell with my bad back!   Well, he was getting tired, so off to bed my boy. Plop, into his cot, with a bottle of milk and not a peep out of him since.   Esme on the other hand, she can switch off her crying when it suits her. Other times, it seems as though she can't. "Me want my Mummy!" Over and over.   But once she stops, I can tease her into laughing about it. Not sure how healthy this switching is. Amanda's hairdressing    She took £145 today. For a 15 hour day. Not bad, not bad at all. So I've made her another cup of tea. Discuss