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* It’s times like these that Baby F (aka pie) gets called “Bunny Hop”. As you can see, it hasn’t taken us long to descend into full-blown baby-talk. Num-num and noof-noof (melody hammer) being two other examples.
* I also realised that tip-toeing around the house is now standard practice (as is whispering). It only takes a few full-throated cries to make you realise who’s the boss in this house.
* One month to go in the military. Yay.
* I am getting to read (just very slowly). Zadie Smith’s essays (very good) and some psychology (writing and depression). No novels at the moment (although August is the month for reading Angela Carter).
* Any suggestiongs on how to get baby rhymes and songs off repeat-play in your head? Yesterday it was “The animals went in two by two”. And today, actually today they’ve gone. No “George George Morrison Morrison”, no “Tie me Kangaroo down, sport”. Ah bliss.
* L and I celebrated our 6-month wedding anniversary on Friday by going for a rushed dinner followed by a good (but pretty damn depressing) play called Rose. (Rose is one-woman play about an 80-year old Jewish woman at the turn of the century.) By the time the second girl died I was ready to drown my sorrows – except the bar was already closed. Not the best date we’ve ever had but Fiona York was excellent in the emotionally draining role. In retrospect it wasn’t the best choice of play for two first-time parents already anxious about leaving their precious pie-girl for the evening.
* Ok, I can’t end on that note. Just to add that it’s so sweet to see the pure joy that gets elicited by a bowl of carrot puree. Squeaks, squeals and some leg-pumping thrown in to the mix. Eee!
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