It's such a poopy day

Noah is refusing to use the potty/toilet. He knows exactly when an occurance is about to occur, but no amount of offers of stickers/buttons/free holidays/cars or yachts will entice him into playing along. So we've given up. For now. But. Still he is winning; this lack of mentioning of toilet/pants/potty seems to have triggered a poop fest. Today was no exception, made worse by Luka joining the fun (nothing for days and then it's a full bath and change job), and Noah pooing, but me not noticing, him not telling and therefore having a very sore and red bum by the end of the afternoon.
Luckily, we had a lovely visit from Meg, who brought very wonderful gifts, including baby bottom butter, so I think he will be saved.
(As I was putting him into bed after this shot, there was another poo... it must be a record)
Oh, almost forgot, Joe was great on 6 music. What a pro.