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Almost didn’t post

Almost didn’t post

Dont have anything to say.  Short sentences only.  Punchy.  Been reading The Road.

Its payday got paid.  Went out for lunch.  Restaurant hadnt taken our booking.  No table big enough for all of us.  Walked back to work in rain, ate M&S sandwiches.  Got wet feet.  Walking around in my socks.

Baby keeps waking in the night.  Crying.  Waking just before the alarm, losing the end of sleep.  Teething.  Has top incisor.  Will get the other soon.  Took her to John Lewis this week.  On the tube.  She seemed happy with that.

It’s the only way to be sure.

It’s the only way to be sure.

Maybe my phone had a virus.  Maybe it was all the chewing on it my daughter does.  Maybe it just got fed up with me telling it it was on borrowed time and how Im going to upgrade *SOON*, damn its buttons.  Whatever, I was faced with a non-functioning mobile phone and a big button marked Hard reset.  What choice did I have?  I dusted off and nuked the site from orbit.

It worked!  Ok, so a lot of my settings have been lost, and some of my programs no longer work properly but I can make calls and look at the internet so everythings just fine for me.  And Im upgrading it *soon*, anyway.  HTC Hero, in case youre interested.  Fuck you, apple.

New game Bayonetta.  Sleazy, violent, addictive fun.

Obligatory baby bit:

New teeth, apparently.  Arrived today.  Not seen them yet.  Scared for my fingers.  Already live in terror of existing teeth.

Brrrrr!

Brrrrr!

Bit cold, innit?       

Hello, again.  Happy new year, indeed happy new decade!  And dont give me that crap about how its not a new decade, theres a 1 where there was a 0, you cant tell me thats not a different decade.

So, what did you get for Christmas?  Peace, goodwill?  An X Box?  Ive had Christmas and a birthday since my last post, you know, that makes me a whopping thirty three.  Still early thirties, but not comfortably.

Things my baby can do:

Rub noses

Chuckle

Have a conversation consisting of a-tah at different intonations

A-tah?

A-tah!

A-tah.

Roll over onto her back

Roll over onto her front

Eat teeny tiny burgers

Drink water from a sippy cup.

Amongst other things.  Maybe more.  Maybe some of that list is just wishful boasting.  But by gosh, she does seem to be coming on fast.  Within the next couple of weeks I expect her to be able to pick up small objects between finger and thumb.

A-tah.

Nearly christmas!

Nearly christmas!

Woo!  Although its snuck up on me a bit this year, what with the baby and all.  I doubt very much that Ill have all the cards and presents and stuff done in time.  But, eh, thats life.  At least well have a tree by the end of the weekend, and thats the important bit.  For me.  For to feel Christmassy (which I, at present, do not, really).  We had the chimney swept and so E saw her first real fire (as well as her first snowfall, the two extremes in one week!).

I am falling apart a bit, it has to be said, in the cold.  My fingers! They crack and chafe! Oh, the agony! Oh the torture! Oh the slight discomfort!  Im sure it wasnt this cold last year.  To add to all this, my lovely Thinsulate fingerless gloves have had coffee spilled on them by someone and now my hands stink of it. Boo!  I need a trip to the dry-cleaners and a hat

Obligatory baby addendum

Obligatory baby addendum

She sat up, unaided, for a good few seconds this week.  She rocked about, but didnt fall over, she corrected her balance without guidance.  I reckon shell be sitting properly by, oh, my birthday, say.

Yes, that is a deadline.

Not really.

Hello!

You still here?

Oh, shes making more consonant noises, too.  She has discovered the letter G.

Power and influence

Power and influence

I just mentioned on Twitter that I didnt consider asoss weekly email Treat of free delivery particularly treaty.  I went on to list treats which would be acceptably treatsome chocolate, wine and porn and was somewhat embarrassed and yet oddly proud to have asoss Twitter account reply.  This is the joy of Twitter.  Previously distant institutions become bored people behind a keyboard, representing the brand.  Celebrities are right there, and you can call them a dick if you feel like it (and want to be blocked by them).  It wont last, of course.  Celebs will get bored and businesses will cease to be arsed employing someone to piss about on the interweb all day.  But for now

Baby update!

Shes cuuuute.  Good lord, yes.  And six months old, too.  Half a year!  I started thinking Do that again and shes a year old.  Do it 35 more times and no, no no no no.  You have to pull yourself back from the precipice of melancholy quite often, being a parent.  Its reached the point where I can hear her breathing in her sleep, her lungs are big enough.  Before, I used to sometimes sneak over to her basket and put my hand under her nose to feel the breath on my skin.  Reassuring, and odd. I am enjoying this.

wreathed in smoke

Lord of the Rings Online has a great ESRB warning – it’s rated T (Teen) for blood & gore, violence and use of alcohol and tobacco.

Gandalf smoking a pipe is too cool an example to set to today’s youth.

Carrot and stick (of broccoli)

Carrot and stick (of broccoli)

Baby-led weaning, thats what were up to this week.  Were feeding our baby great dripping chunks of food.  Well, okay, dripping might be overstating it a smidge, though we did give her a chicken wing which she held very much in the manner of a tiny Henry VIII munching on a drumstick.  She even has the ginger hair.  But no beard.

So far shes eaten, to give an inexhaustive list, broccoli, asparagus, bread & butter, potato (sweet and regular), spinach, carrot, sausage, the aforementioned chicken no mush, no spoon-feeding and no problems.  And shes only 5 months.

Its a joy to watch.  She grabs at the food, looks at it intently, then gums it into submission.  Some food is more popular than others, but it all gets thoroughly investigated before she casts it aside, bored of that now.  Her expressions when grappling with new, unfamiliar foodstuffs are real treats, from open disgust (and yet she wont stop eating..) to enthusiastic pleasure.  We try not to stare too plainly at her, dont want to give the poor girl a complex, but its hard not to gape in delight as you watch a small human learning about the amazing world of food.  And make no mistake, she can handle it.

I wouldnt feed her puree now for anything.  Shes on solids, and thats exactly how it should be.