These are from the current project: Alphabet Book. It can't be finished until I order more printer ink, so posting it makes me feel like I've accomplished something on it. A myth.
And now? A bitch-fest.
It's just been One of Those Mornings.
Baby rolled herself off our bed while we were making coffee. Bam. Screaming ensues.
Baby knocked over coffee, spilling some onto herself about 20 minutes later. Bam. Changing ensues.
Two stains on rug won't disappear. Bam. Frustration ensues.
Now, am procrastinating all the things I should really be doing, just to be able to actually drink the cup of coffee that's so badly needed by this point. Bamitty-bam-bam.
Sigh. I just feel like whining like a pubescent schoolboy, but instead am going to move in a slow forwardly direction, inching toward a slightly better outlook by 2 PM. I hope.
Today is Baby Play Group, so soon we'll be soldiering into the hiking backpack (for the first time!) and setting off through the forest, down the Alpine hill that we live on, and to the baby centre to hang out with a bunch of mummies who are all about 10 years younger and have completely different outlooks and world views. (Okay, I lied. Still whining.)
On Monday of this week, I took the buggy to the library to go to Rhythm and Rhyme class... which little Buddha-Child loved to pieces. However, on the way home, I decided to take a 'Short Cut', which always spells bad news to this directionally challenged soul, and ended up pushing the Decided Not-4 by 4 capacity buggy up the hill through the woodland trail, instead of on the road. It was ridiculous. Only my stubborn never-say-die soul got us up that hill. But I think the baby learned some new words that day. Hopefully there were no witnesses.
This is all part of my current Let's get Out More plan. The broken elbow really put a crimp in our style last month, and since it followed on the heels of the move, we haven't been out properly exploring our new neighbourhood. Thusly? This is the month o' exploration, I've declared.
Onward ho!
