Sunday, 28 March 2010

Really want to write a post here, but feeling dismayed that I've got nothing to say except more and more about Little G. I love writing about her, and have lots of warm and fuzzy things to put down here, but on the other hand am a bit sick of this blog now being nothing but a (totally fine but too samey for me) Mummy blog. I don't have many other thoughts in my head though. Sad? True. Motherhood is so dominating! I'm not the sort to cover a particular topic with all the well-thought-out pros and cons - I just can't be bothered. And while I have an extremely small but much-loved audience for this blog, mostly I'm friends with those people in other ways too. (*nga I miss you! Where are you these days?!)

Friday, 5 March 2010

Frank and Honest

I'm feeling a bit lonely today. Just a little bit.
Went to a new toddler group this morning, as G has grown out of her old one really.
The new one stank badly of B.O. and no one could sing in tune and there seemed to be pairs of people speaking different languages so unless you could speak Arabic/Hindi/Ukrainian you couldn't really join in. Luckily I bumped into a girl who's friends with a neighbour of mine, and she spoke with me a fair bit.
G was tired and ignored me a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a provider, and Daddy is for fun. This is not helped by the fact that she says 'Dadada' all day (literally) and only rarely says 'Mama'. I worry that I am boring to her.

A lovely thing happened though. Within about ten minutes of arriving at the group, G was pretending to feed two slightly older boys with a plastic spoon that she'd found on the floor. They were totally in the game too, opening their mouths in turn for the imaginary food. Priceless.

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