History...

What would you do if someone you spent most of your time hanging around with at school and uni but hadn't heard from for two and a half years bumped into you in the shops? I was accused of not getting in touch - ok so I hadn't but I don't have any contact details as the said "friend" moved several times (Canada to England once and all!) and never bothered to let me have any phone numbers let alone address.
I was friendly polite person, cheery even, and provided friend with mobile number to call me as we were dashing off to pay the parking fee and didn't want to go over the hour (close we had 2 minutes left on the ticket). It's got me thinking that no matter where everyone else moves to they all knew my parents number and house yet no one from those days gets in touch..... ....perhaps the past is best left in the past and new horizons should be sort.

Progress report

Ok so two in one go is a lot from me but I thought I'd divide up to give a Little C progress report.

Slimline Little C hasn't progressed with any more toofypegs - we have random days of red rosy cheeks and drooling and once I even thought I'd found a little toof appearing but alas nothing seems to have happened. We're active little'un, started crawling, walking and climbing all in the last week.... oh when I say walk it's not quite independent walking it's "can you hold my hands please" - this I don't mind as Little C is wibblywobbly still. We've been through the sudden thrusting onto feet just to topple over and bang head on floor phase and Little C has decided to climb people who will hold on and not let such nasty things happen. Except sometimes I'm a baaad person and blink and in that moment Little C always slips or slides down something - at least the crying isn't so bad now. 

Talking - I do, I'm trying not to fall into the raspberry-blowing-googoogaga that the other half and other halfs family do. I'm asked if "dada" is on the list and noooo its "a-bprrrrrrrrr" - well that's what dada does to Little C. We do have "mama" generally when Little C is frustrated or hurt, I guess it's as good a time as any. 

Food - yummy, Little C eats it all! Well eats what we've tried - baby rice, veggies, fruit, lamb, beef so far and all mushed to a pulp. We've choked on carrot sticks and sucked bread crusts and this week rice cakes (they really are polystyrene, aren't they?). We've reached the stage where Little C can be stuffed yet still cry when the bowl is empty - I did this last night as we were too late for baby rice before bed so I filled her with dinner. Ok so it's not as bold as bolognaise or lasagna which you can get in pots from any supermarket but I thought starting bland with individual flavours would provide a good start, at least then Little C can recognise different flavours rather than a mushy mix. You may thing bread is bland but apparently for little mouths it's a startling taste that needs serious consideration.

Redundant

Oh it's a horrible thing to happen - been there done it myself now the other half is going through it all. And what could be worse? Being at home with the other half underfoot, in my way and basically hogging everything I used to have al day to do..... hence the lack of blogging ...coz I can't get on the Internet as it's always occupied! 

One is informed there is a gadget that can be got which will allow all interested parties access at the sametime - but it's like the curtain rail in Little C's room, one day it will be removed from it's wrappings and actually fixed to the wall (we've had it for 4 months already!).

It as been nearly 4 weeks since the news was announced and the p'd off other half came home, and it's been a battle to get things that are normally done with regularity done once. Saying that things have improved slightly, the other half does now fill the dishwasher and make tea without too much complaining and sometimes I'm lucky enough to hear the phrase "can I help" (usually around lunch or dinner time when I've started cooking). The other half has even ventured to feed Little C once or twice, and I've started "it's your turn" when Little C starts moaning.

Perhaps I just demand too much too quickly?!?