A goo goo goo, a ga ga ga, is all I want to say to you.

So for the past few days I have been toying with the idea of thinking about making a start on possibly looking at going back to a full-time job.  Reluctant?  Me?  

 I receive an email from my wonderful former manager, asking me what my plans are to return to work.  I read the message then go hide behind the couch.  Not because I don't want to go back to work (au contraire, the thought does fill me with some excitement) but because I know I will have to go through the worst kind of separation anxiety leading up to not seeing my son for, like, hours a day.  The shock and the horror!  Yes, I know... working mothers the world over have gone through this process since year dot.  But, dude.

After cowering behind soft furnishings for 10 minutes I go to Google and make my hands type in the words "child" and "minder".  I happen upon the details of a nice child-minding lady who lives not far from here, charges a reasonable rate and whose website features happy colours, photos of kids making stuff and jumping in puddles with big grins.  My heart leaps because I think she may be perfect, then it sinks because... well because.        

Creative or Domestic?

This morning after our power walk Rory and I get stuck into a freezer defrost/ice-picking exercise.  It's kinda fun at first.  But we get halfway through before agreeing, in mutual disgust, that this is a job best left until there are at least 2 episodes of America's Next Top Model under the belt.  A lot of natural defrosting can occur in 70 minutes with the door left wide open.  I mean, for Pete's sake.  

I have also recently taken a peek at the wonders of the online creative community.  My lurking has felt a bit like walking onto a crowded beach, still fully clothed and wondering where the hell to put down my towel.  Well, I have decided that this week it is time to run across the sand with a big smile on my face, not look down to see where my towel lands and make a dash for the water.  "Yoo-hoo!" 

 

Afternoon delight

In my shallower moments I realise that beautiful rings make me happy.

Babe report

Over the past few weeks the babe has been honing his laughing talents.  It began as a faintly heard "wheee" in his sleep (who would've thought babies can "sleep laugh").  This developed into an asthmatic sounding "ckckckkk" on the changing table and is now finally a fully-blown "Hehehehe!"

Now he can't stop.

The funniest part is when I respond to the "hehehehe" with a "hehehehe" of my own, and am looked at as if I have done something very inappropriate.