Cave Baby's busy day

As told to Baby J by his Mummy.

Once upon a time, a very long time ago lived a baby. He, and his Mummy and Daddy, lived in a cave so he was known as Cave Baby.

One day Cave Daddy was going to go out hunting and Cave Mummy was going to go and gather some roots. It was April and wet and cold so Cave Mummy didn't fancy crawling around in the wet undergrowth trying to stalk things so she told Cave Daddy to go out and do this. Cave Baby had to decide who to go with. If he went out with Cave Daddy he would have the fun of sneaking around but no breast milk. If he went with Cave Mummy he would be able to eat although Cave Mummy did have a terrible habit of putting useful things, such as roots, into the sling along with Cave Baby. Cave Baby still chose to go out with Cave Mummy so she strapped on her sling and tucked Cave Baby in.

She set off from the cave. Trudge, trudge, trudge.
She walked through the stream. Sploosh, sploosh, sploosh.

She went into the forest to look for mushrooms. Whee! She found one and bent down to pick it up. Cave Baby nearly fell out of the sling. Cave Baby was feeling rather sling sick by the time that Cave Mummy had gathered enough mushrooms and had to be revived by a comforting feed.

Cave Mummy then decided to go into the marsh for roots and to the spruce tree for some needles to make Healthy Tea with.

She moved into the marsh. Sploosh, squelch, sploosh, squelch. Spots of mud were flying everywhere.

Cave Baby decided that now was a jolly good time to be asking to lie on his back and wave his arms and legs but Cave Mummy wouldn't put him down. He was not happy. Cave Mummy dug out some roots and put them in his sling. They were knobbly and wet. He was even less happy.

Cave Mummy started to walk out of the marsh. Sploosh, waa, squelch, sploosh, waa, squelch. Spots of mud were everywhere now.

Finally they were out of the marsh and by the pine tree. Cave Baby had a comforting suckle and then Cave Mummy picked the needles. Cave Baby was not amused - she put them in the sling and they were prickly.

Then Cave Baby steered Cave Mummy back home.

She walked through the stream. Sploosh, sploosh, sploosh.
She walked back to the cave. Trudge, trudge, trudge.

Cave Mummy took off the sling and emptied out the roots. Then she looked at Cave Baby; he was very muddy. She picked up his spare wrap and some grass for nappy lining and took him back to the stream. Trudge, trudge, trudge.

At the stream she undressed Cave Baby and put him in the water. It was very cold. Cave Mummy even washed his spare posset off. After the bath Cave Baby needed another feed. Cave Mummy dressed him in his nappy and put fresh grass into it. She put the pooey grass under a bush. It was nice to have new grass in his nappy but it was still a bit scratchy. She the put his other outfit on and took him back to the cave.

Once at the cave she put his clothes into the sun to let the mud dry and got on with preparing supper. She put the roots on to bake in the ember bit of the fire. Then Cave Daddy arrived back having caught a fine buck. Cave Mummy roasted a leg of this and served it with mushrooms. By this time Cave Baby's clothes were dry. Cave Mummy brushed the mud off and regreased the outside.

Then Cave Baby had his supper and they all went to bed.