Today started badly, at 05.30. Nothing can be good at that time of day, and an antsy baby is among that nothing. After all this time I still don’t know when to spend hours trying to get him back to sleep, and when to give it up as a bad job. In the end, it was a bad job either way, so we had done most of our chores for the day by half past nine.
It was a beautiful clear day, so we took Bernard to White Waltham Airfield, which is a private members club, but they have a lovely lawn with tables and chairs, where they kindly allowed us to sit. Bernard is intrigued by aeroplanes, and likes to spend large parts of each day outdoors, so that he can point at them and look amazed. Just imagine how much fun he had in a field full of light aircraft! He also informed me that he can say flower, and got licked by a dog for the first time.
He has started saying uff uff when he sees dogs or pictures of them. I am fascinated by his ability to understand the idea of pictures; I was so impressed the first time he pointed out a picture of a ball. Not in a my son’s a genius kind of way, but in a wow, how do babies understand that those round things are meant to be balls kind of way. Although obviously I do believe him to be a genius, or at least a small miracle of amazingness.
After an hour or so at the airfield, we went down the road for a very nice lunch in a nearby pub, where Bernard had his third taste of liver. This time he actually ate it, but to be fair on his weaning fussiness, this was much better liver than he was offered before. Melt-in-the-mouth type liver, and the red wine jus probably helped. On the way home, he mouth-danced to the new Foo Fighters album. You have to see it to understand.
The afternoon was fairly shite, mainly owing to the 05.30 start and having to go to the tmobile shop in town. Also Pete has gone out and is staying out ALL NIGHT, which leaves me gloomy.
and I am just as amazed when Freya takes her coat off when we come indoors – who taught her to do that at not quite 9 months old ?????
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