H woke up around 11pm with the pukes, so after we’d cleaned up him and his bed and transferred him into my room along with puke-proofing it as much as possible, I went to bed, to be periodically disturbed just as I was getting to sleep by a sad small boy waking to vomit. At around 3am and having gotten exactly no sleep in between boy-disturbances and bed-changing, I woke up Mr Bat and changed rooms. Fortunately H’s internal discomfort subsided enough for them to get a reasonable amount of sleep, and so did I after I’d overcome the usual insomnia which attacks me when I’ve been prevented from sleeping for too long.

So, a quiet morning. K did some writing, drawing and beading, H did some drawing and general chaos-creation, interspersed by whinging about how mean we are to be refusing to let him load his stomach with potential projectiles, then Mr Bat put on a Playschool DVD, which attracted both of them.