Took Ingrid to preschool so I could go to playgroup with Adrian. He loved it, again. He loves watching all the other babies. It’s pretty much the only time he’s willing, even more than willing, to spend time on the floor, on his tummy.

Actually he also spends time on his tummy in his bed, when he’s wide awake early in the morning morning, just after 5, because he’s pooped again. He keeps doing it, and it annoys the heck out of me. I try to doze while waiting for him to get sleepy again, and when he starts making frustrated noises I either pop in the dummy, or turn him over, from front to back or vice versa.

After playgroup I took a long walk with him in the stroller, together with two other mums from the playgroup. We looked at nice houses in Flysta: many old houses like here in Solhem, but more “fun” and varied with verandas, small towers, etc.

Then to preschool because Ingrid had insisted that I should pick her up early. Of course she’d now changed her mind and did not want to go home at all. I went home, and back again at 3 o’clock. This time I insisted she come home. Nevertheless she doesn’t want to go tomorrow – but does want to be there on Friday when they usually do fun stuff like face-painting, or have a disco, or watch a movie.

She wanted to play with friend J in the afternoon but J was at the playground. J, her sister L and their babysitter N stopped by on their way home instead, and the girls played together for a while.