steffanmacmillan
Day 06
DAY 06
6.00am, another lie in, but it’s not long enough, it takes me 30 mins to wake up. First I try to get her to go back to sleep but she just keeps offering me the Winnie The Pooh Star Machine thing remote control, she just wants to share aawwww! I attempt to make apple & weetabix for Carys. Carys climbs up onto the arm chair, and then up to the arm, and then stretches out for the books on the 2nd from top shelf of the book case. I grab her, this could have been a nasty fall for her, I put her near me 25 foot away from the books. But as I chop apple she scampers back to the armchair and begins her perilous climb again, I repeat step 2, and on it goes 6 or 7 times back and forth, back and forth until I realise my apple isn’t getting chopped. I remove the cushion off the armchair and it still doesn’t help, she still has the ability to climb, next I move the armchair 3 feet forward, but she still goes for it, how on earth is she going to leap her own body length across and half her body height upward and then grab a book in mid-air before landing on her feet to flick through the pages and scrumple them up? And a fat Oxford Russian dicitionary at that? She doesn’t know the limit of her abilities, even I don’t but we’re both learning.
6.45am Carys starts up her impression of an air-raid siren, a long piercing wail that means that she is wanting something, I know it’s herr stomach, but I haven’t had chance to make the mushabix yet. Look out Axl Rose someone can out-whine you now.
7am Sarah arrives from Nod and feeds Carys.
7.15am Brekky is finally gobbled down, I go for the Sylvester Stallone option – porridge and dried fruit, but I have honey on top as I’m not as sweet as ole Sly.
7.30am Carys grabs my drinking glass and smashes it, she scratches her hand and has her first ever trickle of blood! Awwww, and I was there to see it, the most minimal of blood, but hey at least we know she isn’t a cyborg that was planted in Sarah’s womb at the hospital, or can cyborgs bleed nowadays!
8am I attempt to work, this is disturbed by a round of Mutual Growling, carys growls at me, then I gropqwl back and she hides her head and smiles then growls back, and on it goes, my throat starts to irritate, then my cough comes back, Mutual Growling will have to wait.
8.15am Not getting much work done, I’ll be late with my deadline, but not too much.
11.15am Sarah, Carys & I go over to Telegraph Hill Park (South) for the farmers market and to loll around, a half dozen stalls are there selling wholesome looking home made foods, like pasties, marinated olives, crepes, sausages and cheeses. I have a Cornish pastie, Sarah a crepe, and Carys has Babybel, yoghurt and banana. The park is teeming with upper middle class families with small kids, lots of the dads look older than their wives, and certainly too old to be dads, some are overweight too, they have a good chance of dying before their kids grow up, oh well we can’t all find the love of our lives whence young can we? My lower back is lightly sore today – (old cycling injury), I wouldn’t want all the aches and pains of middle age and a baby to worry about, sarah has a sore shoulder so I massage it under a big old tree.
1.30pm Back home for more graphics work, still not getting much done, especially when carys is on my lap facing me and trying to play, I work around her, very literally, weaving my head back and forth to see the screen, lucky it’s a big screen.
3pm Try and nap but disturbed, maybe tomorrow.
4pm Carys, Sarah & I play ‘Clap Hands’, this entails Sarah ordering Carys to clap hands in a high pitch voice, Carys obliges her, then looks at me for recognition, then I start clapping my hands loudly and raise my voice and then approach her with my clapping hands and then smother her and growl at her like a bear, she then squeals and laughs, and I laugh too. Then Sarah starts it all again, but it’s not the best time while I’m in the middle of work, how can I ignore the little lady, I find her very irresistible and always aim to make her smile. Perhaps put a bolt on the upstairs office?
4.30pm I’m trying to download my music onto my new computer, but half of them don’t work, they’re ok on my hi-fi, frustrated.
8pm Carys asleep, no afternoon nap today again, I have shoulder of lamb today – Free Range it said on the packet, is that all Bernard Matthews can brag of nowadays? Well I hope they don’t battery farm those poor little lambs anyway.
8.30pm Go down off license for 4 cans of beer, the jolly Sri Lankan shop keeper tries to persuade me to go for the ‘6 cans for a fiver’ offer I am very tempted, but wouldn’t have any money left over for chocolate, it’s a hard decision to make, in the end I decline, on the way home a deep aggressive African voice comes from out of the shadows ‘you got cigarette?’ I say ‘I don’t smoke’, that’s’ the type of place this is, varied, edgy and fun.
Day 06
DAY 06
6.00am, another lie in, but it’s not long enough, it takes me 30 mins to wake up. First I try to get her to go back to sleep but she just keeps offering me the Winnie The Pooh Star Machine thing remote control, she just wants to share aawwww! I attempt to make apple & weetabix for Carys. Carys climbs up onto the arm chair, and then up to the arm, and then stretches out for the books on the 2nd from top shelf of the book case. I grab her, this could have been a nasty fall for her, I put her near me 25 foot away from the books. But as I chop apple she scampers back to the armchair and begins her perilous climb again, I repeat step 2, and on it goes 6 or 7 times back and forth, back and forth until I realise my apple isn’t getting chopped. I remove the cushion off the armchair and it still doesn’t help, she still has the ability to climb, next I move the armchair 3 feet forward, but she still goes for it, how on earth is she going to leap her own body length across and half her body height upward and then grab a book in mid-air before landing on her feet to flick through the pages and scrumple them up? And a fat Oxford Russian dicitionary at that? She doesn’t know the limit of her abilities, even I don’t but we’re both learning.
6.45am Carys starts up her impression of an air-raid siren, a long piercing wail that means that she is wanting something, I know it’s herr stomach, but I haven’t had chance to make the mushabix yet. Look out Axl Rose someone can out-whine you now.
7am Sarah arrives from Nod and feeds Carys.
7.15am Brekky is finally gobbled down, I go for the Sylvester Stallone option – porridge and dried fruit, but I have honey on top as I’m not as sweet as ole Sly.
7.30am Carys grabs my drinking glass and smashes it, she scratches her hand and has her first ever trickle of blood! Awwww, and I was there to see it, the most minimal of blood, but hey at least we know she isn’t a cyborg that was planted in Sarah’s womb at the hospital, or can cyborgs bleed nowadays!
8am I attempt to work, this is disturbed by a round of Mutual Growling, carys growls at me, then I gropqwl back and she hides her head and smiles then growls back, and on it goes, my throat starts to irritate, then my cough comes back, Mutual Growling will have to wait.
8.15am Not getting much work done, I’ll be late with my deadline, but not too much.
11.15am Sarah, Carys & I go over to Telegraph Hill Park (South) for the farmers market and to loll around, a half dozen stalls are there selling wholesome looking home made foods, like pasties, marinated olives, crepes, sausages and cheeses. I have a Cornish pastie, Sarah a crepe, and Carys has Babybel, yoghurt and banana. The park is teeming with upper middle class families with small kids, lots of the dads look older than their wives, and certainly too old to be dads, some are overweight too, they have a good chance of dying before their kids grow up, oh well we can’t all find the love of our lives whence young can we? My lower back is lightly sore today – (old cycling injury), I wouldn’t want all the aches and pains of middle age and a baby to worry about, sarah has a sore shoulder so I massage it under a big old tree.
1.30pm Back home for more graphics work, still not getting much done, especially when carys is on my lap facing me and trying to play, I work around her, very literally, weaving my head back and forth to see the screen, lucky it’s a big screen.
3pm Try and nap but disturbed, maybe tomorrow.
4pm Carys, Sarah & I play ‘Clap Hands’, this entails Sarah ordering Carys to clap hands in a high pitch voice, Carys obliges her, then looks at me for recognition, then I start clapping my hands loudly and raise my voice and then approach her with my clapping hands and then smother her and growl at her like a bear, she then squeals and laughs, and I laugh too. Then Sarah starts it all again, but it’s not the best time while I’m in the middle of work, how can I ignore the little lady, I find her very irresistible and always aim to make her smile. Perhaps put a bolt on the upstairs office?
4.30pm I’m trying to download my music onto my new computer, but half of them don’t work, they’re ok on my hi-fi, frustrated.
8pm Carys asleep, no afternoon nap today again, I have shoulder of lamb today – Free Range it said on the packet, is that all Bernard Matthews can brag of nowadays? Well I hope they don’t battery farm those poor little lambs anyway.
8.30pm Go down off license for 4 cans of beer, the jolly Sri Lankan shop keeper tries to persuade me to go for the ‘6 cans for a fiver’ offer I am very tempted, but wouldn’t have any money left over for chocolate, it’s a hard decision to make, in the end I decline, on the way home a deep aggressive African voice comes from out of the shadows ‘you got cigarette?’ I say ‘I don’t smoke’, that’s’ the type of place this is, varied, edgy and fun.