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Saturday, August 04, 2012

In ten years time, when they're screaming at each other and trading punches, I think I'll show them this photo...

Although they'll probably rip it up in my face. For now though, they couldn't be more loving. They're like me and Lisa when we first met.

Not that we've changed, obviously.

Anyhoo, Toby's five days old today, which means we're expecting another visit from the armed wing of the midwifery service, who will be weighing the little fella and carrying out a heel prick test to screen him for various hideous conditions.

Unfortunately it's also the day when the tiredness has really hit me. Toby's feeding well again, and sleeping soundly, but Amelie's doing her best to compete for our attention by arguing with everything I say, and dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night. It's hard to ignore someone who's jumping on you at 3am, so it's quite an effective tactic.

She attended her first party yesterday, which was supposed to involve an open-top bus tour of Brighton, followed by cake in the Pavilion Gardens, but due to a sudden monsoon of biblical proportions, the only travelling they did was a taxi ride to the birthday girl's house, followed by indoor activities. Amelie seemed to enjoy herself though, and came home with various goodies, including a plastic union flag hat, tastefully decorated with flowers and feathers. She looked like a right-wing hippy.

Sadly, she then insisted on me taking her out in that hat to buy the ingredients for Honey Biscuits, a recipe she got from the book of the same name, which she received on Thursday. It's written by an antarctic explorer, so I expect they freeze well. I've promised to make them with her this morning, which could be an unwise decision. I've just realised that with all the distractions, I forgot to take my prostate tablets yesterday, which could explain why I feel twenty years older and like death warmed up. So I probably shouldn't go near the oven. I'm tired, irritable, and I've got an argumentative daughter. It'll be my head in there, not the biscuits.


Phil's Mum said...

She looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, but I expect the biscuits will.  Its very noble of you to make things which your diet doesn't allow you to eat.

Phil's Mum said...

P.S.  5th day - its about time for the mother to have a 'down' day, not the Dad!

'old' friend said...

You're right there, Phil's Mum! (Not only can I not comment at work but they've now removed access to all blogs)!!

Phil's Mum said...

They don't want you wasting precious NHS time on nonsense blogs, 'old' friend!