I loved the morning routine when our two children were babies - born 1968 and 1972. Always seemed to fall into the same routine it seemed ….nappy change when they woke up, breakfast in their high chairs in the kitchen, then washed and dressed, playtime with their toys (and me). Then around 10.30 on went the outdoor sleeping suit and into the (Marmet) coach built pram, tucked up in cosy blankets with the pram apron on too and out into the garden under the kitchen window so I could see them. Then making the beds, out would come the Hoover and tidying up, or I would pull out the twin tub washing machine and boil a load of nappies - what ever the ‘job of the day’ was! Winter or summer it would be the same routine …..but in the summertime I would put the pram under the willow tree and he (or she) would lay in the pram fascinated watching the light and shade from the branches sway in the breeze before drifting off to sleep. Who-ever started this thread - thank you - it’s brought back some really warm happy memories of days gone by - when life was simple and our children were babies.