Everybody wants to dance with my baby
|We had a lovely day yesterday when Rosie and Alexander came to visit. Alex spent a lot of time rolling about on our sofa, laughing, gurgling and attempting to pull his uncle's beard off. Rosie played on our drums and caused me some embarrassment when she opened the newly arrived copy of Shaggy Blog Stories at random and found two shocking spelling mistakes on a page I had proof-read. Oh the shame!|
In the afternoon, Rosie, Alex and I went out for a drive and saw a deer in the forest. We decided we wanted a cup of coffee and having become rather lost, we ended up at a furniture shop which happened to have a rather nice restaurant. But honestly, if you use a wheelchair and feel you get a lot of uninvited attention; try putting a baby on your lap. There were gasps. "Oh how lovely!" they cry, "Isn't he gorgeous?!" The lady in the restaurant gave me too much change, and when I pointed this out she said, "Oh, but I was completely distracted!"
Really, I know I think Alexander is a darling but I'm allowed to; he's my nephew. Are other people like this towards all babies? There are babies all over the place; it must be exhausting for them.
Still, it was a great day. Very tiring, but worth it.