Dot writes: at this stage in Hugh’s life I was posting almost daily with starry-eyed musings on his pooing habits and whatnot. Frank, poor thing, is not getting quite the same treatment, partly because he is keeping me in a state of sleep-deprivation approaching psychosis, and partly because the computer screen is required for drugging Hugh with moronic DVDs. (Actually, in addition to the inevitable Bob, he has acquired a taste for The Three Musketeers, which we rather like.) It is all very hard on Hugh: less attention and lots of ‘no’ and ‘don’t’ (as in ‘don’t poke the baby in the eye!’). He is affectionate but clumsy and has to be fended off when I am breastfeeding, making him feel even more rejected. So life chez Ken and Dot is rather chaotic and glum at present. We remind ourselves that this too shall pass.
We did manage a very pleasant trip to Killiney Hill Park yesterday with our friend Chris and his daughters. The three mobile children played in the new playground, which is officially only suitable for the eldest of them, and then launched themselves straight up the hill by an obscure path through the trees. The non-mobile child had a number of snacks. The adults whinged at each other about life and stopped for coffee and hot chocolate in the little cafe. So a good time was had by all.