Mother of four goes bonkers

It has been pointed out to me that I am not longer a travelling mother-of-three, but one of four, so I have amended my Big Beluga title strapline accordingly. I am still not completely remembering all the time that this is the case - when will this sink in, I wonder!

The other day, I was lying on the bed with the baby and toddler. The older two were crashing around downstairs making up a (yawn yawn) show. Our energetic toddler dashed off to do something important (dangle dolly over the stairs tied at the neck with a pair of ballet tights, or something like that) and I decided I would head down and make myself a nice milky coffee. So I gathered up the baby and rolled to upright, catching sight just behind me as I rolled of the baby on the bed, about to be completely squashed by my huge weight.

My brain did a double take and a sequence of thoughts ran through my head:  How can the baby be on the bed? I thought I had picked her up. In fact I am sure I did pick her up, since I am definitely holding a baby in my hands. Yes, I can feel that I am holding a baby in my hands. So where did that baby on the bed come from? If it is my baby, how could I have been so stupid to be about to roll on her, when I was sure that I had picked her up.  Where did it come from and whose is it?

Oh, phew, it is just another dolly.

Do you think I need to get away from all these kids (and dolls) for a few hours? ha ha ha

Here is a quiz picture: Baby or Dolly?