steffanmacmillan
Day 16
DAY SIXTEEN
6.00am I feel a small a mammal stamping and climbing over my neck, head and shoulders, I open my eyes and it’s my daughter climbing around int eh bed after receiving her mothers milk.
6.30 We have taught Carys well with her waving so far, so much so that whenever Sarah leaves the room she waves her politely goodbye, not sure if this is because Carys doesn’t know when she’ll re-enter or just over politeness.
7.00am Pear and mushabix for brekky again, still the fruit bowl runeth over with those green pear shaped things called pears.
7.30am I give her some green seedless expensive grapes to snack on, she spits out the skins with most of the flesh attached too, I don’t want to get into peeling all her grapes, redones are enough work for me.
8.00am We go in the bathroom so she can rapidly stroke the shoer cubicle floor, she picks up her bottle of shampoo and cuddles it two handed, how affectionate, I suppose if I teach her to cuddle an inanimate object like a fluffy cow or furry bunny then she must think a shampoo bottle must be a good outlet for her love too.
8.15am There’s a strange siren noise, similar to a police car, it’s growing louder and louder, it’s in the flat, Carys freezes, it’s the telephone, she removed the handset, sarah replaces it, then Carys races straight back over to it from about 9 feet away and then removes it again. Is she scared of the people who seem to live inside it?
8.30am Carys naps
10.05am Carys wakes, this is when she’s at her most subdued and soft, she can get irritated easily for the first 4 minutes of re-emerging from Nod. I carry her and offer her nice snacks as per usual.
10.15am I attempt to brush Carys’ teeth, she answers with pursed lips, I just hand over the toothbrush and she sucks away, proud of herself doing an adult activity, she seems to think everything is a game, she then wants me to join in, so shares her saliva ridden toothbrush with me, by jabbing me in the face with it, this is very funny, and I LOL. (Laugh out loud), I’m sure I’m not supposed to LOL as it probably re-inforces her idea that it is a game, and what’s wrong with everything being a game at this age, hmmm, nothing perhaps?
10.30am I remove the laundry from the washing machine, it’s all creased because I shoulda done it sooner, I un-neatly fold it into two piles, one for Carys and one for Sarah and my clothes, mine are mostly rags now as I have given up shopping. Carys comes to join from across the other side of the room, her effort is too pull my creased rags off the chair and to ram them back into the washing machine.
11.00am We go to Harry Moody Park to play on the swings, I get a bit bored, she’s like a dog you have to keep stroking, stop and you get bitten! Swings are like joy therapy to her, she is in a slow sense of enjoyment that is constant, not a flash in the pan type of experience like watching Ballamory or emptying a drawer of single socks.
12 noon. We get home and I prepare her orange mush from yesterday, only today I add spinach and Philadelphia to it to disguise it. She refuses it, but at least she tried it today, I know this as she spits it on my only pair of clean jeans. So I offer her a crustless pesto sandwich which she devours quickly – wow, success! I never even tried pesto until I was in my mid 20’s, I hope she doesn’t to grow to be a gourmet, now that would be pricey, it’ll be fillet steak on a couscous mountain next week. But this could be good, as by the time she’s five or six she actually rebel and get onto simple delights like fish fingers and beans and bread and butter, mmmmm.
12.15pm We go down to Morrisons to pick up a film I dropped off yesterday, I got the cheapo 24 hour developing and prints for only £3.50, which they allowed me to pick up after only 17 hours!!! What a bargain, at the local Snappy Snaps (most unfriendly shop in London) you are only allowed to pick up your 24 hour snaps after a full 24 hours has expired, I tried picking up my pics once after about 20 hours and he refused to give them too me, even though I could plainly see my pics ready and waiting on the nearby shelf, what a mean spirited man I thought at the time. And it costs a full £1.50 more. Todays pic (see above) is from the Morrisons set, it’s shot on some out of date consumer film, so please excuse the grain.
12.50pm We arrive back home, Megan arrives at 1.05pm to take our photograph, she is a photography assistant to a photographer called Pal Hansen (www.palhansen.com/base_content.html) and is taking pics of dads with their babies for a folio project of hers. Me and Carys play in the empty concrete car park, the camper van Harry Moody park (more swinging) for Meg. It’s nice to have some grown-up company. As we leave the park I spot two adults sitting down chatting in the sun in the childrens play area, without any kids!!! Southwark council stipulates that no adults can enter play areas without being accompanied by a child, obviously these people are perverts out to get a quick glimpse of some fresh ‘meat’. Don’t forget, every one is a paedophile these days (according to the Daily Mail, allegedly)
3.10pm I ask Meg about marketing my photography, but it seems that people don’t really commission landscapes, they just buy it, and certainly not ‘fantasy landscapes’ which is what I want to get more into. (www.steffanmacmillan.com) She also said that my portraits are good, but need to be all of a similar style, so that commissioning editors will know what they’re going to be commissioning, a good point I feel, so I‘ll just colourise my portraits and reportage in my ‘style’, like the one I did for ‘Day 12’ of this blog/diary.
4.10pm Sarah arrives home in not so tired mode. We dine at 5pm with Carys, I cook westernised Thai and it goes down well, then I wash up, Sarah bathes Carys, then entices her to sleep. I listen to Chelsea V Liverpool on the radio, as the contests between these two are much more entertaining on the radio, Carys is in a fractious mood, and my footie listening is regularly interrupted, I end up watching the conclusion of the tie in silence on the telly. Which ends at about 10.20pm.
Day 16
DAY SIXTEEN
6.00am I feel a small a mammal stamping and climbing over my neck, head and shoulders, I open my eyes and it’s my daughter climbing around int eh bed after receiving her mothers milk.
6.30 We have taught Carys well with her waving so far, so much so that whenever Sarah leaves the room she waves her politely goodbye, not sure if this is because Carys doesn’t know when she’ll re-enter or just over politeness.
7.00am Pear and mushabix for brekky again, still the fruit bowl runeth over with those green pear shaped things called pears.
7.30am I give her some green seedless expensive grapes to snack on, she spits out the skins with most of the flesh attached too, I don’t want to get into peeling all her grapes, redones are enough work for me.
8.00am We go in the bathroom so she can rapidly stroke the shoer cubicle floor, she picks up her bottle of shampoo and cuddles it two handed, how affectionate, I suppose if I teach her to cuddle an inanimate object like a fluffy cow or furry bunny then she must think a shampoo bottle must be a good outlet for her love too.
8.15am There’s a strange siren noise, similar to a police car, it’s growing louder and louder, it’s in the flat, Carys freezes, it’s the telephone, she removed the handset, sarah replaces it, then Carys races straight back over to it from about 9 feet away and then removes it again. Is she scared of the people who seem to live inside it?
8.30am Carys naps
10.05am Carys wakes, this is when she’s at her most subdued and soft, she can get irritated easily for the first 4 minutes of re-emerging from Nod. I carry her and offer her nice snacks as per usual.
10.15am I attempt to brush Carys’ teeth, she answers with pursed lips, I just hand over the toothbrush and she sucks away, proud of herself doing an adult activity, she seems to think everything is a game, she then wants me to join in, so shares her saliva ridden toothbrush with me, by jabbing me in the face with it, this is very funny, and I LOL. (Laugh out loud), I’m sure I’m not supposed to LOL as it probably re-inforces her idea that it is a game, and what’s wrong with everything being a game at this age, hmmm, nothing perhaps?
10.30am I remove the laundry from the washing machine, it’s all creased because I shoulda done it sooner, I un-neatly fold it into two piles, one for Carys and one for Sarah and my clothes, mine are mostly rags now as I have given up shopping. Carys comes to join from across the other side of the room, her effort is too pull my creased rags off the chair and to ram them back into the washing machine.
11.00am We go to Harry Moody Park to play on the swings, I get a bit bored, she’s like a dog you have to keep stroking, stop and you get bitten! Swings are like joy therapy to her, she is in a slow sense of enjoyment that is constant, not a flash in the pan type of experience like watching Ballamory or emptying a drawer of single socks.
12 noon. We get home and I prepare her orange mush from yesterday, only today I add spinach and Philadelphia to it to disguise it. She refuses it, but at least she tried it today, I know this as she spits it on my only pair of clean jeans. So I offer her a crustless pesto sandwich which she devours quickly – wow, success! I never even tried pesto until I was in my mid 20’s, I hope she doesn’t to grow to be a gourmet, now that would be pricey, it’ll be fillet steak on a couscous mountain next week. But this could be good, as by the time she’s five or six she actually rebel and get onto simple delights like fish fingers and beans and bread and butter, mmmmm.
12.15pm We go down to Morrisons to pick up a film I dropped off yesterday, I got the cheapo 24 hour developing and prints for only £3.50, which they allowed me to pick up after only 17 hours!!! What a bargain, at the local Snappy Snaps (most unfriendly shop in London) you are only allowed to pick up your 24 hour snaps after a full 24 hours has expired, I tried picking up my pics once after about 20 hours and he refused to give them too me, even though I could plainly see my pics ready and waiting on the nearby shelf, what a mean spirited man I thought at the time. And it costs a full £1.50 more. Todays pic (see above) is from the Morrisons set, it’s shot on some out of date consumer film, so please excuse the grain.
12.50pm We arrive back home, Megan arrives at 1.05pm to take our photograph, she is a photography assistant to a photographer called Pal Hansen (www.palhansen.com/base_content.html) and is taking pics of dads with their babies for a folio project of hers. Me and Carys play in the empty concrete car park, the camper van Harry Moody park (more swinging) for Meg. It’s nice to have some grown-up company. As we leave the park I spot two adults sitting down chatting in the sun in the childrens play area, without any kids!!! Southwark council stipulates that no adults can enter play areas without being accompanied by a child, obviously these people are perverts out to get a quick glimpse of some fresh ‘meat’. Don’t forget, every one is a paedophile these days (according to the Daily Mail, allegedly)
3.10pm I ask Meg about marketing my photography, but it seems that people don’t really commission landscapes, they just buy it, and certainly not ‘fantasy landscapes’ which is what I want to get more into. (www.steffanmacmillan.com) She also said that my portraits are good, but need to be all of a similar style, so that commissioning editors will know what they’re going to be commissioning, a good point I feel, so I‘ll just colourise my portraits and reportage in my ‘style’, like the one I did for ‘Day 12’ of this blog/diary.
4.10pm Sarah arrives home in not so tired mode. We dine at 5pm with Carys, I cook westernised Thai and it goes down well, then I wash up, Sarah bathes Carys, then entices her to sleep. I listen to Chelsea V Liverpool on the radio, as the contests between these two are much more entertaining on the radio, Carys is in a fractious mood, and my footie listening is regularly interrupted, I end up watching the conclusion of the tie in silence on the telly. Which ends at about 10.20pm.