I wake up at about 9.30 and the warm, milky one that usually sleeps beside me is gone. I can hear her trying to make tea and toast really quickly in the kitchen and that reminds me that I’m ravenous so I let out a loud wail to make sure she knows I’m ready for breakfast too.
She comes back minus her breakfast and gives me kisses but right now I’m not interested. I only have one thing on my mind. It takes us a few goes but eventually I get what I want. Breakfast is served. Yum. I don’t know why but she always says ‘reeeeady…GO!’ when she tries to shove as much nipple in my mouth as possible.
A nice lady called Kate comes over and makes some fresh toast. I know this because I can feel warm crumbs dropping on my head as I eat. Sometimes I like to have another sleep after breakfast but this morning I feel a bit lively so I’ll have a kick about on my mat and maybe a bit of a grizzle. I know the milky one is waiting for me to go to sleep because she keeps wrapping me up really tightly and rubbing my back. I believe she wants a shower but I think there’s better things we could be doing. Like elevenses.Kate rubs my tummy in a very satisfying fashion while the milky one disappears. Feeling a bit hungry again…
I’m having trouble sleeping so she puts me in the baby carrier and takes me to the post office to pick up a parcel from Lizzie and Stu. It’s so snug and cosy that I soon drift off. I wake up in the bassinet which is very confusing. Not happy! And I’m desperately hungry again. The milky one comes to get me and after a few minutes we settle down for a nice feed. Then she takes me to bed and lets me fall asleep on her chest which is pretty much my favourite place to sleep.
When I wake up I’m bloody starving so we have dinner. It’s been a long day so before long I’m off in the land of nod again sleeping my way through the best part of the evening. I think I heard the warm, non-milky one come home – we’ll catch up later. I know he likes to stay up late and chat.
Jack - I am impressed at your sensory prowess for your small age. Though I admit that toast is one of the easiest smells to recognise.
ReplyDeleteLess impressed that you have started swearing before you can talk - I blames the parents for that.
Still, I can forgive you as you have clearly inherited your mother's literary style and charm.
Grand-daddy
T x
Thank you Grand-daddy T for your feedback. I know toast because my mum ate so much of it whilst I was still in utero, as they say.
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