Quite Tired Now

Okay third day, I think? Is it Wednesday?

It’s strange – the day just seems to go by and you can’t quite tell what happened but something must have because you’re tired. Not much I can say about the phenomena that will add to the knowledge base but hey, I understand now. Not that I didn’t understand before but I have experience of the weirdness that is a day with babies.

We did have an interesting morning today – a trip to the local play group at the church where many mothers and the odd dad brought their many children to mix in one room. This is apparently a good idea. For me it was a kind of hell with cherries on top. All these parents, either knackered from baby duty or horribly keen and eager – all nice people, don’t get me wrong, but something about the situation made me not want to be there. Since I had to be there to keep an eye on Isobel (Lucy was busy with Spike) I decided my best role would be to stick close to her since she had a better knowledge of how these things worked than I. So I followed here around as she pushed her walker-thingy and we played with plastic food and stuff. Later we decamped to a box full of random toys and were attacked by a young girl of, god, I dunno, three? She was talking and could count and stuff. She kept picking up toys and giving them to me, which was cool, but then she picked up a house and gave me that, and then started putting animals and stuff in the house. What was weird was how comfortable she was with me – there was no stranger-danger or any of the analytical stares I usually get when first meeting a toddler. I was accepted as one of them, presumably because I had such great toy-box-fu or something.

Anyway, we escaped from play group in something of a daze (it was the first time in a while Lucy had been there and she hadn’t quite acclimatised either) and after lunch I was starting to feel the effects. We managed to get the kids off to sleep eventually and I lay down on the sofa and promptly fell asleep. Only for 15 minutes or so before the door went with another visitor. The kids slept for ages though, which was cool. Later, while playing with Isobel, I discovered that beating up toys elicits laughs, especially causing grief to the bright orange giraffe.

And this, by the way, is as coherent as I get. I am enjoying it, though – don’t get me wrong. It’s just… blimey!