Ready, Steady... Go, Daddy!

Tara doesn't quite know what's happening and is SO interested in the train station! Oh, the display flashes such interesting orange lights ("London - On Time")! Oh, so many people! Oh, a train! Big eyes, taking it all in. Just like the train is taking daddy in. Nearly forgot his mummy-made lunch in the dark warm recesses of the pram, but then really did take off into the wild wide world, out there in Sandwich where money is to be made, and a future as Doctor Chemist to be had.
And he did leave Tara full of snotty nose germs.
What else is there to say, other than that we trudged home on our girly lonesome, and while Tara kept asking for entertainment nursery style, I was overcome by the peculiar urge to clean things. Unheard of since nesting some eight months ago. So I found myself doing some unnecessary ironing (old wash cloths, on both sides) standing on one leg, and bouncing Tara in her bouncy chair with the other. Luckily Tara woke up way too soon (nursery style that, too) and kept me from dusting, hoovering and engaging in other disturbing activities of the like. But even so, by the time I got to go to sleep with clothes laid out and lunch prepared it was midnight, and I was missing daddy sorely.


PS.: On the subject of that suspicious banana silence I do have to admit that a bit of mushy banana is not the worst that could happen. You could also turn around to find that a somewhat longer banana silence has something or other to do with flour on the living room floor.


Oops, mummy (hah! not me, that mummy!)! The oopsiest news however is that Tara is an ardent admirer of feisty little miss flour power and hardly ever takes her eyes off her when they get to meet up. Oopsedy-oops, what a role model we have coming up here! And just how well would banana and flour go together when it comes to mischief?