Aimee slept in this morning and wasn’t awake when I left for work. This is depressing for me. When Emma took her off to her folks last Friday, it meant that I’d now not seen her for four days (I got home late last night). I resolve to get home from work on time so I can at least spend some time with her when I get in.
Thankfully, my working day presented me with a long afternoon meeting, which once I’d finished with, I tied up my loose ends for the day and headed back down the M18. They appear to be nearing the completion of the J6-J7 roadworks, which is good, because the 50mph restriction there gets right on my tits – the M18 is bad enough as it is with lorries overtaking one another – one in the inside lane doing 56mph, the overtaker doing 57mph. Grrrrr.
When I got home, I was greeted with a “DADA!” exclamation from Aimee, and she attempted to rush over and greet me. This was a little inopportune as Emma was in the middle of changing her nappy – ooops!
She’s only been away a few days, but she changes so quickly. She’s also very quickly turning into her mother – yatter-yatter-yatter-yatter. She never shuts up! Burbling away to us, and herself, in mad babyspeak punctuated with the odd English word here and there. Mebo-waba boo ba Mama, mebo-maba ro-ro Hiya – etc.
I appear to have managed to create myself a depressing ‘game’ with Aimee. It is now, for Aimee, the funniest thing in the world for her to be asked by her mum for a kiss, and she duly obliges, she then turns to me, and I ask for a kiss – and she shakes her head and cackles manically. The little cowbag!
I apologise to any non-parents reading this – I know! – its terribly boring reading about parents gushing about their sproglet’s latest adventures. It’s something I used to cringe about – everytime someone at work told a story about how their kid did ‘X’ yesterday. I swore I’d never be like that, now look at me. Pfeh.
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