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Memories, grandkids first knife, fork and spoon we had at ours. Tommee Tippee make.
Not sure age but the youngest grandkid is now 13 :-)
My favourite silicone tommee tippee dummy. It is my favourite because it is one of my only 18-36 months size dummies, all the rest are 6-18 months and newborn.
DAY 343 Todays pic was taken at the Imperial War Museum at Lambeth, London.
Wake at 6.29am give Carys her milk and stare into space whilst she suckles aloud from her very ineffective ‘Tommee Tippee’ orange beaker. It’s an awful design, one which denies the last 10% of the contents to be gotten by the child – so yes we waste 10% of Carys’ milk, unless I forget to sneak it into Sarah’s tea. Here's the link to the product to avoid... www.tommeetippee.co.uk/product/first_cup_4_months_pack_of_4/
We have to leave the house at 8.45am in order to get to East Finchley for 10am, I get stressed when Carys starts whining for attention and chanting ‘out to play, out to play, out to play…’
9.04am We cannot board the 9.04am South Eastern service to Blackfriars station due to people not moving down inside the carriages, they guard their spot near the doorway like sentinels, what sadness.
9.05am We board the 9.08am and enjoy plenty of space I sit sideways next to an obese man with greasy slash backed hair, I cannot sit facing forward as his guts spill onto my seat, Carys chants ‘come out, come out, come out’ and then she realises this doesn’t work, so tries ‘cuddle, cuddle, cuddle’ (English for ‘cwch’), this also is denied so I placate her with bribes of dried apricots – ‘acipots’.
10.01am We arrive at Finchley station. Myself with Carys, pram and two bags disembark alongside a leggy blonde BA stewardess with a small roller-suitcase, a bald pervy looking man eyeballs the three of us and chooses to help the stewardess with her small case. Stilletoed stewardess then gives him a dirty look with flared nostrils and helps me with the pram down the flights. The niceman client is there to meet us, he takes us to the Synagogue and shows us round, Carys runs all over the pews including that of the Cantor and other senior members of the Jewry. (I’ve a very large religious organisation as one of my design/art direction clients – so watch out at www.alphabetclub.com for when the job is finished, it’s my third Jewish charitable type organisation client, I must get a mosque on my books)
11.10am After the Synagogue tour we head for the nearest swings, it rains and we shelter in the cricket pavilion, an old lady joins us and removes all her bagels to use her stripey plastic bag as a hat, she departs and it stops raining but she carries on, it doesn’t rain again today, I wonder how long she kept it on.
12 noon We depart on the tube for Elephant & Castle, it’s 33 minutes and Carys sleeps all the way, phew what luck, we arrive and I dive into the nearest greasy spoon for a sit-down (brekky not poo), the ‘bacon’ resembles deep fried salty leather.
12.50pm We head for the Imperial War Museum to see the tanks, but drop by the park first, Carys wakes and then sits on my lap under a bush for 20 minutes, we then look round the museaum again and she squeals and skips shouting ‘tanks, tanks, tanks’ as we enter the main gallery of war machines of the 20th century.
2.30pm We try out the Southwark council playgroup in the grounds of the museum and I read the sports section of the paper. Carys sits atop the slide and bangs her new shoes into the slide to make a noise. I read her a story and another child crawls up grunting at me to read her a book, I know this as she is ramming it into my face, Carys blanks her.
4.11pm We leave for home, but Carys runs away and I chase her to the farthest corner of the play area. A female student offers to help carry my pram down some steps. We drop by Iceland (yes the frozen food supermarket that lends it’s name to a nation that is 20% larger than Ireland, what will become of Iceland with global warming – Lukewarmland? Notsocoldanymoreland? Or just Land?) there’s a nutter on the door chanting rubbish in a deep voice. He attacks the security guard and the under manager ignores my pleas, but who cares I stock up on fishfingers and muffins.
4.50pm Home and Carys starts up some whining, she’s hungry, Sarah comes home and I cook dinner.
7.15pm After bathing in carys’ dirty bathwater I play a game of ‘Dark’ with her, this entails us going under the continental-quilt and looking each other in the eyes and chanting ‘dark, dark, dark’.
7.40pm Sarah takes Carys to her bed (hey no babyish cot here!) and asks her to sing a song to (y)’Ello Teddy’ so he can go to sleep ‘nicely’. Carys asks Sarah ‘Rock-a-bye baby? And so Carys obliges and puts teddy to sleep with her pidgin singing sweet tones.
I bought a whole bunch of new dummies in the last 3 days. The 2 dummies at the front have really cute designs. I also bought a bottle, i like it.