
I have so far only posted the one blog.
I've written more, but each time something has happened to make all my words disappear.
Now I'm here typing my blog again and I've gone all cyber-shy. I am aware that a fair few people have read my blog and now I don't know what to write about and therefore can't work out what the hell I'm even doing in blog HQ.
Still, I'm famous (albeit in my own household) as a prattler so I shall do that for a short while. Join me on a quick ramble through the garden of my mind. It's in need of a darn good weeding in here and the climbing roses of my ego have almost completely covered the pergola of my psyche.
Is that a good thing?
Anyhoo, there is only one subject for me at the moment. One obsession. Her name is Harriet, and she's been full of surprises this last week.
Firstly, she had her quarter-of-a-year birthday on the 12th and we bought her a bouncer: one of those contraptions you suspend in the doorway. She looked lost and confused for a nano-second before finding her feet and going nuts. Her favourite thing appears to be turning her back on us, unless we have it hung wrong, but I think she's letting us know where we stand.
Secondly, she's learning how to blow raspberries. I have been reduced to a rasping, giggling imbecile. There are those who'd say that's an actually an elevation for me, but they know what they can do.
I am no longer woken by the sound of Harriet gagging on her own little fingers, but by the wet sound of her spitting and trying to rasp. A good start to the day, I'm sure you'll agree.
Finally, Harriet has eaten her first solid meal. She let us know she was ready for it and so we offered her a bowl of "Banana Surprise". She loved it and ate every last scrap. She nearly had my finger clean off when I left it too close to her gummy mouth with food on it. We wiped the surplus off, sat back, and awaited the eponymous surprise.
It came in the form of eight hours' uninterrupted sleep.
Glorious!
That's all for now. Thanks for dropping by.
I've written more, but each time something has happened to make all my words disappear.
Now I'm here typing my blog again and I've gone all cyber-shy. I am aware that a fair few people have read my blog and now I don't know what to write about and therefore can't work out what the hell I'm even doing in blog HQ.
Still, I'm famous (albeit in my own household) as a prattler so I shall do that for a short while. Join me on a quick ramble through the garden of my mind. It's in need of a darn good weeding in here and the climbing roses of my ego have almost completely covered the pergola of my psyche.
Is that a good thing?
Anyhoo, there is only one subject for me at the moment. One obsession. Her name is Harriet, and she's been full of surprises this last week.
Firstly, she had her quarter-of-a-year birthday on the 12th and we bought her a bouncer: one of those contraptions you suspend in the doorway. She looked lost and confused for a nano-second before finding her feet and going nuts. Her favourite thing appears to be turning her back on us, unless we have it hung wrong, but I think she's letting us know where we stand.
Secondly, she's learning how to blow raspberries. I have been reduced to a rasping, giggling imbecile. There are those who'd say that's an actually an elevation for me, but they know what they can do.
I am no longer woken by the sound of Harriet gagging on her own little fingers, but by the wet sound of her spitting and trying to rasp. A good start to the day, I'm sure you'll agree.
Finally, Harriet has eaten her first solid meal. She let us know she was ready for it and so we offered her a bowl of "Banana Surprise". She loved it and ate every last scrap. She nearly had my finger clean off when I left it too close to her gummy mouth with food on it. We wiped the surplus off, sat back, and awaited the eponymous surprise.
It came in the form of eight hours' uninterrupted sleep.
Glorious!
That's all for now. Thanks for dropping by.
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