Sat outside in the warm spring sunshine during Adrian’s morning nap and mended clothes. (A rip in one of Ingrid’s tunics, as well as seams along the bottoms of zippers in one coat and one cardigan and one bath robe.)

Packed away my floor-length fleece skirts, I don’t think I will be needing them again this season. Dug out some thinner trousers more suited for the current weather.

Wrestled my bike and our bicycle trailer out from the garage, over piles of building materials. Installed a baby seat in the trailer. Tried putting Adrian in the seat and realized he wouldn’t fit, even though he’s within the age and size limits, so I had to remove it again.

Cycled, with both kids in the trailer, to Ingrid’s dance-and-play group. The weather was so nice that I really did not want to sit in a stuffy bus. Good workout, with all the hills in this part of the town. This was perhaps overly ambitious for Adrian’s first time – late afternoon, tired baby, first time in weird new contraption – but it worked OK. He was really tired and thus pretty unhappy on the way home but luckily Ingrid was sitting there right next to him and could pop in the dummy whenever he spat it out.

Adrian is sleeping very well during his first two naps but the third, late afternoon one, is a struggle now. He is mostly staying awake for about two and a half hours between naps, so the afternoon nap doesn’t fit into his day any more. He doesn’t get tired until so late that I really don’t want him to nap any more. Then I have to keep him up until it’s time for his night sleep, by which time he is too tired and cannot relax to go to sleep. Kahte vähe, kolme palju – two is too little and three is too much.