We have met Little Mama and her many adventures with her 8mth old Little Lord. If you have missed the journey you should really catch up, there have been some pretty interesting times such as;
- The Bathtime disaster when she had to vacate abruptly, thankfully before she came face to face with a floater (yes, you know the type, yes apologies for the toilet humour- but in this case, it happened and baths are still avoided);
- The time when she decided to have a covert Pyjama day or;
- When Little Doggy and Little Mama went head to head in the Shower fiasco (go on Little Doggy, do your worst! But shhhhush!)
What about Little Daddy, he’s been awfully quiet, staying below the radar for fear of public targeting through Little Mama’s secret weapon- her blog! I wonder how many bloggers hold their significant other ransom via
their creative outlet- queue *photo where Little Daddy got peed on* joking– for now…
Setting the Scene
Sitting in the car, Little Daddy drove the long journey home. The Little Lord was only 4 months old, a baby who had a healthy appetite of the ‘boob’ variety. (And still does, he acts as if he’s starving and hasn’t fed in his life before if Little Mama is just a few minutes late in his regimented routine- that cute nickname, ‘The Little Lord’ suits him completely.)
It had been a long journey, and Little Mama sat in the back with the Little Lord so they could be chauffeured together (in reality, to chill the baby out if he had a ‘Lord moment’, these days have since passed thankfully.)
Little Mama had been (uncharacteristically) prepared, getting the expressed milk ready just encase his Lordship would need sustenance at an inopportune moment. Little Daddy continued the drive, tiring but keeping upbeat with a series of epic tunes of the ‘Lord approved’ variety, (the Little Lord has an appetite for all things R’n’b to his rocker parent’s dismay.)
The Potential Calamity
It was a mundane drive on the motorway, no scenery or countryside delights to entertain on the drive home when suddenly Little Daddy heard a peculiar sound;
Contemplating all possible scenarios, he worried that there may have been a mechanical fault with the car, perhaps a wheel bearing in the back rear right side? Not willing to take any risks especially with his miracle Little Lord in the back seat, he decided he would pull in at the next service station. In the meantime, he would consider his insurance and breakdown cover options if the worst was to occur, but he hadn’t quite fully explored ALL possible options.
The Whooosh and The Little Mama
He didn’t want to worry Little Mama but he decided to let her in on his thoughts. Raising the possibility of a fault, he was met with overwhelming laughter of the ‘I can’t breathe’ variety.
Pulling in to the service station he was met with quite a sight. It was Little Mama, tears of laughter in her eyes, boob in hand, expressing into the Little Lord’s bottle.
‘My boob was going to burst, I had to just get rid of it.’ Little Mama exclaimed. (Post with Tips for expressing coming soon, hopefully not in the car but needs must)
Little Daddy shocked at what he had just witnessed, particularly the stance and angling that Little Mama had managed, whilst trying to cover her dignity from passersby, could only applaud her efforts, whilst also relieved that the car wasn’t going to fall apart.
(diva) Lord rouses awake, sensing and smelling milk in the air…
Do you have any stories to share?