I had a stroke of brilliance and suggested to the grandparents that they might want an overnight visit from the lass, leaving the husband and me free to see Max Manus (quite good) and to follow it with a visit to our favourite pub. A very nice evening.
The bottle of red was nice. The Russian bubbly was dreadful. Between the two of us we didn’t even finish one glass. Still and all: It’s Friday.
Almost ready for bed, head too heavy too lift. Dad’s computer game still fascinating, though.
Some days it’s harder to concentrate on work than others. Especially those days when the book in my bag is calling to me. “Reeeeeaaaaad meeeeee! Reeeeeeeaaaad meeeeee! Yooooouuu caaaaaaaan taaaaaaaake aaaaaaa breeeeaaaaak!”
The lass walked much of the way home from daycare by herself, since we forgot the Mei Tai. She is fascinated by the graffitti (as, indeed, am I) and calls the underpass “uh-hu” as we tend to make these whooping noises going through there to enjoy the echo.
Overslept and left my work-pass at home, so I had to get a guest pass for the day. Blurred, as I really don’t feel like advertising my place of employment to the internets.
All dressed up in Christmas gift dress and the crown I made for her birthday, the lass attempts to put spread on her “polar” bread herself. She will accept help, after a while. Soon, relatives will be arriving for a small family birthday celebration. Big girl now.
It was rainy and sleety and the melting snow made puddles everywhere. I remembered to dress for the weather, for once.
The lass is two today. I have no idea how this happened.
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Also, it’s Elvis’ birthday.
