Three Weeks Today!
It’s been a while, I’m afraid, since I wrote anything. It just seems like time flies by at the moment with barely a minute to actually do anything, let alone copy images off the camera, resize them and write a blog post. Over the weekend Marcail had a bit of an unsettled period, so we didn’t get a lot of sleep. Says he. I get a great sleep compared to what
Debs manages between feeding and being an attentive mother. Saturday and Sunday we we trying to catch up on rest a bit, so we slept in till 11am both days. Whilst that was bliss, don’t get me wrong, it’s still no substitute for getting some proper sleep in for the rest of the time. Last night we were in bed to go to sleep by a quarter to nine. I haven’t been in bed that early since I was seven! Top Gear hadn’t even finished! Alas, it was to no avail as madam decided nobody in this house should sleep until at least quarter to eleven!
So, what have we been up to for the last 6 days. Well Marcail has been doing a lot of sleeping, just not as much of it at night as we’d hope. We were actually going to go and buy her a bunch of infant sleeping sacks, since being
put onto these by Dr. Scheuerl [you should read her seminal work on approaches to infant upbringing and apeasing the inherent dichotomy within the child of the modern age, available at all good bookshops] a few weeks ago. Good job we didn’t. We got a parcel from Connie before the weekend which was full of them. Better than that, they’re in lots of lovely colours, so Marcail was asleep in her lovely ducky suit all the way from the US of A.
When I say we’re not getting a lot of sleep and that it’s really tiring, you don’t just have to take my word for it, just look at Mia! The poor thing is a papillon, not a bloodhound. She’s sneaking off whenever she can to get a quick zizz if there is a bit of a lull in activity and noise. I have to say, though, she has been a gem, a real gem. Bless her, she gets really upset when Marcail is upset and crying. Nappy changes often see Mia pacing round and round the changing mat looking for a way she can help. Offering comforting little licks. Finally just sitting back and watching dolefully as the human continues, clearly, to attempt to eviscerate this child with its bare hands and in the living room.
It’s not all bad as a dog though. We did get out to Crammond on Sunday for a stroll along the front as a family. At one level this meant ‘Fresh Air’ a ‘Car Ride’ and a ‘Walk’. Better than that though, it meant getting the rips on the grass, rolling in fishy bird poop and SCRATCHY BUTTS, oh maan, you just can’t beat SCRATCHY BUTTS, left a bit, right a bit, ooooh, no, up a bi…. ahhhhhh.
So Mia got scratchy butts, Marcail got a quarter of an hour on the Nosh Nozzle and what did I get? I got a pram on the head, that’s what I got. Life as a dad, I ask you. Brain the size of a planet and what do they ask me to do? They ask me to push this pram…
Sorry. Drifted off a bit there.
All in all Marcail is getting bigger, more awake and closer to being interactive. She’s made a huge transition to having her eyes wide open a good portion of the time when she’s awake and is starting to try and make sense of all those colourful shapes. It’s lovely when she’s all content and looking at you or round about her. Such a change from even a week ago when open eyes were very very much the exception and when they were open were still somewhat discombobulated.
That’s about it really.
All it remains for me to do is put in a final couple of pictures of Marcail from today on Debs lap.
Looking generally angelic (of course) but even for her it can all get a little tiring now and again. And yawns are something she does with no half measures. If a yawn’s worth having it’s worth hinging your entire head open for! One last thing though, she won’t be happy that I’ve told you but sometimes you know it does all go just a bit wrong! Night night.
