Mar 04, 2012 21:29
The baby and I are going to her Aunty's house for Sunday lunch. Biggest comes too because the poo is wet. He had been asked to collect manure for the allotment, but it rained all night and carried on until the morning. Wet poo is nasty. We drive listening to Small's mix CD and sing.
I had bought tarts for the Aunty's house. I forgot them and we stop at mini Waitrose and I buy a lemon meringue pie. But unfortunately the Aunty likes tarts and not pies. The baby sleeps in the car until we get to bits that are stop and start because of city traffic. Then she grumbles. But eventually we get to the Aunty's house and we have a nice cup of tea. We try to show off the baby's bouncing (in her door bouncer) but she's too interested in our cups of tea and biscuits and her Aunty. She sits on my knee and eats some nectarine. The Aunty has made her a woolly jumper and The Thing, which is blue and has green eyes. She has also bought her a pirate suit.
Later on we eat our roast dinner and the baby has some too. And then Biggest and I do the dishes while the baby and her Aunty play games. The Aunty gets some smiles and some giggles. We have another cup of tea and Biggest and I eat pie. Baby gets tired so we put her in the car and drive home. Somerset lasts too long, but suddenly it's Devon and almost home.
At home the baby plays with her electronic trumpet from Hamleys that is saying "playing on my trumpet - music to my eee-arrrs" over and over. I am cooking her dinner. It is broccoli and spinach soup. After bath she wears new yellow pajamas with grips on the soles of her feet. Biggest says she looks like a last century astronaut. I read her 'The Very Busy Spider' and she goes to sleep.