Two weeks and a day...

ha ha ha - looks like Paris being tardy in arrival is just proof she didn't fall far from the tree, because her mother can't even post with any regularity, can she?

Happy new year - sort of loses its whole impact when the new is 4 days on, but I can assure you, it is all new from this perspective. (Oh my - 5 days on? That slipped past me!)

I thought we had a routine yesterday. Ha! That was yesterday's routine, which sort of resembled the day before's routine HOWEVER it bears very little resemblance to what may happen today. Good thing with the wet weather and the time of year no other member of the family has to be anywhere or has to do anything within a set timeframe for the next few days, so our world orbits hers.

At least its not the routine she adopted for a few days over the New Year festivities, where the full moon meant howling all night long - that is not a recommended way start to a year, and therefore we did not officially start the New Year here until the 2nd - or the 3rd (or maybe it was the 4th?) if you are using the Christmas Tree coming down as a gauge (hang on, perhaps she inherited the procrastinating gene from both sides of that family tree).

So anyway, this year has been rather low key here.

Highlights:
  • lots of grazing (and I am sure I am going to hit the bottom of the junk food stash at some point soon) (oh, and Paris is doing her bit to catch up to the larger members of the family),
  • occasional "real" meals (which is the only guarantee in Paris' life - she WILL wake up when there is food on the table and a chance for us to all sit down and eat),
  • nappy changes (which still has volunteers from the under 20s here - hooray - which considering she is doing double-nappies at the moment is admirable. By this age in 'Salina's life, she was started on EC - so far we have only "caught" once with Paris but as I said, given double-nappies not so easy)
  • sleep (or interruptions to the concept of - over the weekend there were Sex and the City reruns to amuse, last night Matlock Police didn't quite cut the mustard).


  • and gazing into the grey/green/slate/brown orbs our little hypnotic star.
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