Friday, April 24, 2009
Ok, so at the moment I am resembling Flat Stanley. Do you remember him? Not because of my SUPER THIN PHYSIQUE (it's not), but because I am feeling a little stttrrreeetttccchhhed at the moment. Ahem. Also trying not to show the mild sense of panic at the prospect of returning to work for 2 days a week in 2 and a bit weeks. They are being incredibly flexible, are supportive of me working from home some of that time and are giving me the options of lots of interesting things to do, but seriously? Day job, Georgie Love, Baby, Dr-Mr, Dog and more? Argh.
Oooh. Deep breath.
Well, I never said I wasn't ambitious. I think I envisage my lack of a social life continuing. I had been planning for a few weeks on having a BIG LUNCH here and inviting everyone I know (it's a few, and it's a lazy way to catch up with everyone in one hit. Of course, it would be a lazy prepared lunch involving little or no cooking, or better yet everyone comes here and cooks for me). But I have done nothing about it. There is the whole cleaning, emailing, inviting, planning, getting dressed and brushing your hair nonsense that I can't be bothered with.
Anyway, have been doing orientation at Ruby's daycare (where she will be max 1 or 2 days a week) over the past few weeks - it's the best of a not-ideal scenario, it's on the campus where we both work (in Dr-Mr's building to be precise, we are both within 5 minutes if she ever needs us), the staff are lovely and have been there for ten years - or more, and frankly, I think it could be good for her. She's a very shy and somewhat touchy baby, so the social development is a good thing. Still, I'm trying to pretend the idea of someone else settling her to sleep or feeding her lunch doesn't make me sad.
Speaking of the muppet, she is getting very active. And grabby. Rolling every which way, I don't watch much tv during the day at all (seriously, only The Ellen Show), because if the tv is on, I leave the room with Ruby happily in the middle of her playmat, rolling to grab her toys and yelling at her Oobee or Mr Banana. I go downstairs to make a coffee and return to find this:
She will have rolled/scooted/maneuvered a full 90 degrees to position herself squarely in front of the tv. Which I promptly turn off. Seriously, not good for the brain development, surely?
Other than that, she's a beautiful, happy baby who slept from 7 to 5 last night. It's getting better. Just don't ask me about the GREAT CRAFT EXPERIMENT, it's slightly backburnered this week. Shhhh.
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