The first thing that went through my mind whilst changing the first nappy of the day this morning was, "I feel a blog coming on".
The second thought, as I rushed to the window for air, was, "that's not a blog".
Harriet has been on solid food for a few weeks now and we have ventured from "banana surprise" into the world of vegetables and meat and one of the results is this toxic waste. Its stench is thick enough to gag on. And gag on it I did.
Why should I be so keen to share this? I have no idea. I was very amused by the disproportionate size of the smell, and indeed the disproportionate horror, as it came from such a tiny and lovely place. But maybe you had to be there.
You'd have wanted to be anywhere else, believe me, but you've got to take the rough with the smooth.
So, aside from the first horrendously smelly nappy, Harriet has produced a few other firsts this week.
Firstly, she is starting to lift herself up during "tummy time", which means she'll be ready to crawl soon. We'll need to childproof our home before long, and maybe invest in a larger first aid kit.
She has also started making a really grating "ugh ugh" noise. It goes on and on and on, like an abandoned alarm clock.
I can't be sure, but I think what she's saying is, "I don't know what I want, but I want it now!"*
She grunts away while we try everything we can to appease her and it seems that what she actually wants is for us to try everything we can to appease her.
Harriet has always found whistling decidedly amusing and this week she has been moved to try it herself. I don't know that I have ever seen, nor ever will see anything more adorable in my life. She purses her little cupid's bow lips into the tiniest, perfect little O shape and softly says, "oooo".
My teary-eyed laughter puts her off perfecting her latest craft, and she breaks out into a broad, gummy grin.
Finally, this week Harriet had her first turkey dinner and we know where that got us.
Bye for now and thanks for looking in.
*Thanks to the late, great Viv Stanshall for this line.
The second thought, as I rushed to the window for air, was, "that's not a blog".
Harriet has been on solid food for a few weeks now and we have ventured from "banana surprise" into the world of vegetables and meat and one of the results is this toxic waste. Its stench is thick enough to gag on. And gag on it I did.
Why should I be so keen to share this? I have no idea. I was very amused by the disproportionate size of the smell, and indeed the disproportionate horror, as it came from such a tiny and lovely place. But maybe you had to be there.
You'd have wanted to be anywhere else, believe me, but you've got to take the rough with the smooth.
So, aside from the first horrendously smelly nappy, Harriet has produced a few other firsts this week.
Firstly, she is starting to lift herself up during "tummy time", which means she'll be ready to crawl soon. We'll need to childproof our home before long, and maybe invest in a larger first aid kit.
She has also started making a really grating "ugh ugh" noise. It goes on and on and on, like an abandoned alarm clock.
I can't be sure, but I think what she's saying is, "I don't know what I want, but I want it now!"*
She grunts away while we try everything we can to appease her and it seems that what she actually wants is for us to try everything we can to appease her.
Harriet has always found whistling decidedly amusing and this week she has been moved to try it herself. I don't know that I have ever seen, nor ever will see anything more adorable in my life. She purses her little cupid's bow lips into the tiniest, perfect little O shape and softly says, "oooo".
My teary-eyed laughter puts her off perfecting her latest craft, and she breaks out into a broad, gummy grin.
Finally, this week Harriet had her first turkey dinner and we know where that got us.
Bye for now and thanks for looking in.
*Thanks to the late, great Viv Stanshall for this line.
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