After the highlight of Aimee reaching one years old, this old man has been brought crashing down to the reality of child rearing. Cat decided finally, she would get a much needed rest and went away to her parents for a couple of days. This meant me looking after the baby entirely alone for the first time. WAAAAAAAH!
A 6am start on DAY 1 meant I had a headache by 8am. The day was not beginning well not helped by terrible weather outside killing off any ideas I had about easy pram rides. But after a while, Aimee and me got on with the important business of the day – namely – hunting down imaginary objects in the house and destroying all things in her path. Currently, Aimee seems obsessed with certain jewellery, Calpol bottles, hair clips and CD covers – Toy makers take note, these are the real things babies love. She crawls at such a pace that a small lapse of concentration on my behalf and she is already out of the room. Day 1 ended with a fairly standard routine but by then, I was ready to conk out myself and next thing I knew, it was 6am and same again.
On Day 2 – I couldn’t cope and drove down early to my parents for help. There she went about the same madcap hunt for objects of interest and destroying all in her path. This time though, she showed off her unaided standing skills with aplomb. We really don’t think it will be long before she actually can walk. Meanwhile, her musical stroller helps her get about the place with added comedy soundtrack. Anyway, so there's me after 48 exhausting hours fairly smug to have survived and confident that not many Dads could cope like I coped (ha!) and Aunt Catriona rings and after explaining my weekend, she off the cuff remarks that Oh yes, Donald (her son, Cat's cousin) had looked after Callum every Monday all the time! Oh jeez, humbled in one fell swoop.
Come back Mum , all is forgiven.
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