I'm currently typing this one-handed with Toby on my knee, while Lisa goes out for an evening of fun, laughter and communion at the local church. As long as he keeps looking up at me with his strabismussy eyes and startled expression, I should be ok...
... but at any moment I might have to change my priorities, drop everything, and write my blog post with him crying on the floor.
Anyhoo, it's the weekend, which means that young people the world over are grabbing a set of wheels and hitting the streets in search of fun and excitement. Toby's parked on double-yellow lines...
... and Am's in a wheelbarrow...
I think someone mis-heard her when she asked for a trowel.
As it happens, Amelie's at my parents' house this weekend. We sent her to sort out Shimmy. It means that Lisa, Toby and I have been able to get out and about, do the touristy thing, and see the sights of Sussex. It's Brighton Pride today, one of the biggest events of the year, and an unmatched spectacle of colour, glitz and exuberance, which only the congenitally churlish could fail to enjoy. So we went to a charity shop in Hassocks.
To be honest, we just wanted to get out for a bit, and at our age we need a bit of peace and quiet, so we drove over the downs for a bit of fresh air, before strolling around Hassocks and Hurstpierpoint with the buggy. Lisa breastfed Toby on a bench, which is hard to do in Brighton without asking the homeless alcoholic to budge up, and we bought some baby stuff in the charity shops.
I was hoping for a repeat of this experience, but sadly it didn't quite happen. We did, however, buy a state-of-the-art Fisher Price musical mobile for only four quid. I'm playing it to Toby as we speak. And it's failing to stop him crying. I think I might need to go and defrost some breast milk...
Saturday, September 01, 2012
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Another 10 days and Toby should be able to focus on the people around him. He looks as if he's trying to put off the evil day as long as possible.
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