Nappy in a bag tag

I took this photo in another country last week.

In many ways it says a lot about taking a 4 year old and an 8 month old on a big trip. Parts of the trip were a real dirty nappy. For example, I suspect our car service driver from the airport in London might take a few less trips for people requiring 2 baby seats in the future after both our babies cried their way across the city. Also sitting on a beach in France with a baby is hectic because the ground is made of choking hazards, beautiful, smooth, oval shaped stone hazards.



While there are some hard bits, it’s also amazing out there. My 4 year old loved the platinum jubilee decorations, Big Ben, the London Bridge and the double decker buses, but not as much as the playground with the big sticks. Also people love babies, even in other countries. Strangers make baby sounds to babies in all languages, it’s a human affirming trait.


When I’m at home and I hear my son say “thank you” to a person in a store it is pleasing and important. Hearing him say “merci beaucoup” in a tiny shy voice in a strange foreign place was enchanting.


Yep, the whole trip was a nappy in a bag tag, and I know I was very lucky to do it.