Tuesdays used to be my least favourite day of the week. Now, not so much. However today is a Tuesday and I hate it already. Today "we" have a doctors appointment at 9.15am for "our" second set of infant immunisations, or as they quite fittingly say here in Scotland, "jags." This makes them sound a little like medieval punishment.
Creative or Domestic?
This afternoon I dug out the art supplies festering at the back of the arse end of a cupboard. Basically my art kit comprises paints, fabrics, papers, pens and glue that have been unceremoniously shoved into various aging and holey plastic bags. I also discovered some handmade cards I once put together but got bored with after about 7 minutes. Not bored exactly, more "distracted" (read lazy):
So after having a nosey at these I've decided to try and rekindle the artistic fires. That is, with whatever spare time and inspiration I can find once the daily tending to the child is said and done.
Obscure delight
May I introduce to you the most entertaining reading I have had in years, the "Am I Being Unreasonable" topic on Mumsnet:
Who knew middle-class ladies could be so downright vicious? It's despicable, it's un-pc, it's genteel and nasty all at the same time. You may want to read with a box of popcorn.
Babe report
Today's trip to the GP for abovementioned "jags" was a lot better than last month. Junior gave only a medium-sized "wah" this time, after being attacked from either side by a matronly tag team of nurses who cooed over him afterward. In return he stuck out his bottom lip and shot them accusing looks.
What amazed me the most however was the ease with which he took a spoonful of Calpol once we got home. What used to be spat out with immediate disgust was now taken gently into the mouth, carefully considered by the palate, then calmy swallowed without the slightest change of facial expression.
We have an eater!
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