Smiles more to say
I've just had a couple of very precious days off work, with everything going Pete Tong at work days off are very difficult to get. But, two scheduled days off this week brought about mixed feelings.
With the hours that have been put in of late I have lost sight of the fact I actually have a family at home. Or indeed any sort of life outside the office. So you'd think that a couple of days off in the middle of the week would be very welcome.
Work is erratic, with rotas constantly changing, so planning anything is a big no-no as it's liable to go horribly wrong. Which did mean that the two days I had off in the middle of the week, which were "open to dicsussion", had nothing planned for them. So the two days were a bit ad-hoc, with no firm agenda for either day we made last minute arrangements to head off towards the big city.
Wednesday saw MOTS take Junior into her work for the first time, allowing Daddy to wander off and get some manly things (big heavy duty Rawlplugs for putting up the new Ikea lockable medicine cabinet in the bathroom). We've also got our Christmas presents sorted out for the grandmothers (I know, I know, don't go on about the previous post, please), and a spot of lunch in Pizza Hut. Pizza Hut, plenty of kids in & out, a lot of the nappy wearing age, and NO changing facilities. MOTS changed Junior at the top of the stairs on the floor outside the toilet area as there was more room. Poor effort. Junior was so well behaved, during his feed in the middle of Pizza Hut, the subsequent burping, and all the smiling that was going on. Some of that smiling was from the lady sat behind us, most of it was from the boy himself.
I can't believe just how much he's been smiling at the pair of us over the last couple of days. He's getting more and more generous with them, smiling for the sake of it now (even in his sleep), so what was an early but slow start is now picking up a little pace, which is fantastic.
There are sleep developments, too. It's a delicate situation at the moment but a good feed at bedtime is leading nicely to 7 or 8 hours before the next one. That's nearly a week of it now, only interrupted last night by a wet nappy that needed changing. Inevitably Junior realised, once awake, that a feed was needed, thus breaking the emerging pattern.
It's the smiles that have done it for me this week, especially as it is starting to bring out a little competitiveness in MOTS. Needless to say this is because I'm getting more smiles than she is! But, as I head back to work for my long weekends of 12 hour shifts I guess the balance will be restored shortly.
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