Yes, Fighting Cocks Pox is my new name for the Chicken Pox. The children are far more like feisty cocks than hens! The illness has turned them all into right nag-bags and they're all arguing and tussling over silly things. I'm off to work today so I dread to think what kind of day poor Gav has ahead. Cerys now has the spots too and I think a couple are lurking on Thomas.
Last night we put the babies into beds for the first time. Zadie moved to a top bunk, Cerys below her and Thomas below Cara. It took about an hour to settle Thomas and Cerys and Zee only went to sleep at about eleven! It's tricky to get them all to sleep because I'm used to settling the babies at the same time. I'm sure we'll find a way. Concerend Cerys kept shouting 'hellooo Tayo' at poor Thomas when I was with her and he was stood at the other bedroom babygate within view. When I settled Thomas Cerys who couldn't see us yowled at her gate. That went on for a while until Gav came up to help and settled Thomas. We then had the rest of the night to convince Cerys that sleep would be good. I'm missing the cages!
