Grandma came to visit last week and we went shopping for fabulous things. We went on our first ever bus trip. D quite enjoyed looking out of the window and mummy quite enjoyed making the driver do his pneumatic lower the bus thing.
Unfortunately, we happened to stumble upon the cute little shoes for well-dressed girls aisle and were forced to buy ones to go with the dress Super Auntie Karen bought us for Christmas. It was a terrible situation to be in. Terrible.
There was a woman in the park today chasing a squirrel. No dog, no kids. Just a fully grown woman. Chasing a squirrel.
It was all lovely and summery this afternoon. Sheets snapping on the line weather. So we went out for hours and hours and variously basked, baked and savoured.
We wandered round bits of the city we’ve never seen before, saw Polish men in shell suits, found Mrs Pettigrew’s dream house, and stalked a woman with a pushchair to see where she was going.
We ended up in Castle Park until I got sick of all the students milling about. I’d forgotten how much I loathe them.
It’s been a jolly fine day.
Life has been very staid recently. Aside from a brief visit from Razzle Dazzle and Al for curry and reality TV, routine has got the better of me.
I emerged briefly from the fugue today however. I’m generally terrible at gauging what clothes will fit D; I always assume that things will be much too huge for her. It derives from the fact that she’s my tiny little baby. Today, however, I decided that it was high time she got some use out of some of her pretty big-girl’s clothes, rather than letting her lounge around in a sleep suit all day. And whumph! Stick a t-shirt and trousers on her and suddenly there’s this great moose of a girl staring up at me from the changing mat. I’m really not sure where she came from.
They grow up so fast. *sniff!*