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Day 345
DAY 345, Today's pic is of Carys dining at home, she enjoys making funny faces at the moment in order to make people laugh, and this is one of her better ones.
8.45am I serve breakfast laste, but before I do Carys has raided the apicots from my bag and stuffed her face with all of them, so I delay breakfast some more.
9.02am She keeps asking me to put a disk into the computer to watch it, it may be a data disk all she knows, but it’s a very violent TV series called Deadwood which she then decides it not her cup of tea after just watching the title sequence with the horses.
9.30am I dine on hash browns, pork & leek bangers, curried beans and laverbread for brekky – what stunning flavours, I have reached blue-collar Nirvana.
10.01 It’s raining and we have to wait in for a paper delivery, Carys demands ‘upside down, upside down’ a game in which I hold her upside down and twirl her round while she giggles and squeals, the game always ends in the obligatory ‘again, again, again’ chant.
10.52am Paper delivery arrives and Carys bids him ‘bye, bye’ when he departs. I am lucky today Carys is in a very happy mood and is content to enetertain herself for long periods of time, say 20-30 minutes then a quick bit of attention from myself and then she’s back at reading, dressing herself in dolls clothes and her tights and cleaning the furniture and consumer electronics with the baby wipes. I settle down to some logo design for the niceman synagogue client only to discover Carys has scratched my 24” screen – argh! She seems to have cleaned my screen a bit too enthusiastically.
Every day I draw cat face on the back of both Carys’ hands, recently she has taken to drawing cats on her arms and legs, they end up as scrawls as she hasn’t mastered how to hold a pen properly, today she offers to draw cats on my hands.
11.15am Early lunch today as her brekky was miniscule, I cook scrambled egg, toast, cuts of lamb and grapes, which she eats but it takes almost an hour.
12.30am Carys initiates dancing to the electronic Fisher Price piano, she presses one of the keys and then does some moves, which are, the full-twirl-with-arms-raised, violent stamping, clapping, and the-two-arms-to-the-left twirl.
1.15pm Carys doesn’t want an afternoon nap, so I try and get her to sleep in my bed by pretending to go to sleep myself and I almost drop off to the land of nod, Carys jumps in my face and chants ‘wakey, wakey’.
2pm I teach Carys to make the sign of the devil with her hand and to hum the intro riff to Iron Maiden’s Run To The Hills, her hum is high pitch and her thrusting devil sign is more like a drunken butterfly.
4.30pm Sarah comes home and Carys grasses me up for playing cartoons, notably Clifford. She also grasses on me for my laverbread induced rich bum aromé.
Day 345
DAY 345, Today's pic is of Carys dining at home, she enjoys making funny faces at the moment in order to make people laugh, and this is one of her better ones.
8.45am I serve breakfast laste, but before I do Carys has raided the apicots from my bag and stuffed her face with all of them, so I delay breakfast some more.
9.02am She keeps asking me to put a disk into the computer to watch it, it may be a data disk all she knows, but it’s a very violent TV series called Deadwood which she then decides it not her cup of tea after just watching the title sequence with the horses.
9.30am I dine on hash browns, pork & leek bangers, curried beans and laverbread for brekky – what stunning flavours, I have reached blue-collar Nirvana.
10.01 It’s raining and we have to wait in for a paper delivery, Carys demands ‘upside down, upside down’ a game in which I hold her upside down and twirl her round while she giggles and squeals, the game always ends in the obligatory ‘again, again, again’ chant.
10.52am Paper delivery arrives and Carys bids him ‘bye, bye’ when he departs. I am lucky today Carys is in a very happy mood and is content to enetertain herself for long periods of time, say 20-30 minutes then a quick bit of attention from myself and then she’s back at reading, dressing herself in dolls clothes and her tights and cleaning the furniture and consumer electronics with the baby wipes. I settle down to some logo design for the niceman synagogue client only to discover Carys has scratched my 24” screen – argh! She seems to have cleaned my screen a bit too enthusiastically.
Every day I draw cat face on the back of both Carys’ hands, recently she has taken to drawing cats on her arms and legs, they end up as scrawls as she hasn’t mastered how to hold a pen properly, today she offers to draw cats on my hands.
11.15am Early lunch today as her brekky was miniscule, I cook scrambled egg, toast, cuts of lamb and grapes, which she eats but it takes almost an hour.
12.30am Carys initiates dancing to the electronic Fisher Price piano, she presses one of the keys and then does some moves, which are, the full-twirl-with-arms-raised, violent stamping, clapping, and the-two-arms-to-the-left twirl.
1.15pm Carys doesn’t want an afternoon nap, so I try and get her to sleep in my bed by pretending to go to sleep myself and I almost drop off to the land of nod, Carys jumps in my face and chants ‘wakey, wakey’.
2pm I teach Carys to make the sign of the devil with her hand and to hum the intro riff to Iron Maiden’s Run To The Hills, her hum is high pitch and her thrusting devil sign is more like a drunken butterfly.
4.30pm Sarah comes home and Carys grasses me up for playing cartoons, notably Clifford. She also grasses on me for my laverbread induced rich bum aromé.