RE-ENTRY

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Week fifty-six

This blog post is late because I used all my spare time this month to search for work. My year and a bit is coming to an end.

How do I feel? A bit sad and a little apprehensive.

Sad because the last year has been my best experience, and it’s ending. But Space Girl is growing and doesn’t need me as much. She needs her peers more (small and disorganised though they are), and more structured and varied activities.

And apprehensive because I know I will see a lot less of her very soon, and only snatched time on weekdays. I also know that my time left with her will be dominated by job searches and interviews.

My blood pressure and stress levels have been lower for the last year, but then I’ve eaten more often, and more of that was chocolate, and so I can’t say I’m healthier. Similarly my muscles are bigger form the lifting and pushing, but I’m walking less and much much slower – Space Girl’s space walks tend to take the form of a random walk, with many diversions and going back for things seen, forgotten then remembered, not tucked in, tucked in or sloping.

Slopes are one of Space Girl’s favourite things. The odd fall over or frustratingly failed slide (not steep enough you see) don’t dent her enthusiasm. The Tate Moderns’s main hall slope is her favourite, and it kept her occupied for forty minutes this week to the amusement, and sometime irritation, of less enthusiastic users of the slope.

But she’s a happy, well behaved and enthusiastic space cadet who like her playthings, her food and her sleep. So it’s been worth the two years of investment from Mummy and Daddy, and the upcoming heartache and uncertainty of the job hunt.

Daddy.

Next post October 27, 2014

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ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 3

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Week fifty-four

This is the third and final post about Space Girl’s adventure in Greece with Mummy and Daddy.

Space Girl did have one confusing experience on holiday – the Other Bedtime Bear. Another Space Cadet, of similar age and training, had his own Bedtime Bear – but blue instead of Space Girl’s pink one. Space Girl’s is pink because it was a present. Frustratingly, in my quest for equal opportunity and avoiding of gender stereotypes, she loves it. Of course, pink was predominantly a boys colour until the last few hundred years – so she’s either rebelling against gender stereotypes a few hundred years too late, or is well ahead of the next time it swaps.

The Other Bedtime Bear accompanied his Space Cadet to meals, walks, pram and the beach – and got quite grubby between washes. Whereas Space Girl’s was pristine and nocturnal. Well, clean apart from a spit-soaked long bit on top of his hat. I don’t think Space Girl could work out if the Other Bedtime Bear was hers that had changed colour and was on a brief holiday between sleeps, or was another one. Bringing Space Girl’s bear to dinner and comparing the two just added to the confusion. And Space Girl needed to hug hers frequently to convince herself it was still there. At least it wasn’t as traumatic as when Space Girl once spotted her Bedtime Bear in our washing machine – a lot of worried pointing and comment ensued. Forty-five minutes was a long wait for a one and a bit year old.

Finally, the trip back was good too. It started well when we were told about the hotel’s pet tortoises which we’d missed earlier – I guess, by being stone coloured and very slow. Space Girl was very pleased when she fed the petals they liked to them, slowly. For the rest of the trip, Space Girl did very well considering it was a long snooze-deprived bus journey, then a hot airport where we inexplicably had to queue three times (instead of just one queue and three things at the end) and silly Daddy forgot to ask for aisle seats again. But this time our aisle neighbour kindly swapped seats, and we brought smaller sticker books. And this time I thought the loosely defined sausage was “Blyeuch” too (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 1).

And since we got back?

Well, Space Girl hasn’t lost her love of tomatoes and gherkins.

And she still gets upset when things go away – the latest sobbing prompted by a picture of the sun setting (see earlier post Another Adventure – Part 2). My explanations of spinning planets, relative viewpoints and orbits were nodded at politely, but I don’t think she fully understood. Instead I tried telling her that the sun goes to sleep at the end of the day like her, and always wakes up in the morning like her – she nodded more but was still sceptical.

And finally, there’s only one Bedtime Bear again – hers. Pink. “Blyeuch”.

Daddy.

Next post October 13, 2014

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ANOTHER ADVENTURE – PART 2

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Week fifty-two

This is the second post of three about Space Girl’s adventure in Greece with Mummy and Daddy.

Space Girl ate nearly everything going. Surprising favourites were tomatoes (not liked for the months before), olives, capers, gherkins, artichokes and octopus – all halved or cut small, and minimising salty things. Dining entertainment was provided by the hotel kittens hanging around and being both cute, a bit smelly and untouchable, as well as the novelty of eating outdoors with a view of the sea, boats and other diners – she could stare at the latter for long periods, chewing slowly. I showed her that she could hear the sea better if she put a plastic cup to her ear – she still does and I hope she’s remembering her holiday. Less successful was the light chocolate mouse that Mummy found – half way through Space Girl’s appreciative but slow progress, we realised it was a rich dense chocolate dip. The result was Space Girl’s first sugar rush which was energetic, fast, expansive, noisy, bouncy and ended suddenly with a deep sleep.

Curiously Space Girl got very upset each time her used plates or bowls were taken away. We didn’t always spot it, but Space Girl certainly did, vocally and tearfully. I think she thought the plates or bowls were hers and they were being taken away forever. Space Girl has the same reaction at home during the closing credits of CBeebies, which is when they show all the characters from the shows and say goodnight. Does she think they are going away forever too? I’m not sure, but she does get very sad – with sobbing tears and running to Mummy or Daddy. The trick is to switch off just before and deal with the lesser cries. Or distract. Now, what was I talking about? … Oh, yes our holiday in Greece.

Like that first night at the airport, and in contrast to the end of chocolate dip-gate, getting Space Girl to sleep wasn’t so successful on holiday. After I had packed up and taken our heavy pram – so that Space Girl would have something familiar to sleep in while we were out with her … she wouldn’t sleep in it. And so Mummy and Daddy were room-bound after lunch and most nights. I think there was too much for Space Girl to see and hear to fall asleep outside. And it was hot. Instead Mummy and Daddy sat on the balcony and listened to the music from the bar – and the sound of other parents enjoying the night life, with their little ones gently snoozing next to them in a pram. It was probably good for my liver and my wallet though. And it also gave us chance to find where her Peppa Pig figures had been put under or stuffed into. We lost two characters for a few days until Mummy looked in the only place we’d overlooked – squeezed into the centre of an unopened shrink-wrapped pack of large water bottles.

Space Girl liked the room – partly because of the numerous places to stuff her toys, but also because of the shower. It was her first shower, and Mummy got their joint showers down to a fine art. Space Girl would run around the room after being dried, in the nude and very excited. I think she was ready for her dinner, and that dinner was via a slope. She likes slopes a lot – particular downwards when she can half run with her arms in the air. A day trip doesn’t feel complete without a good slope to laugh on the way up and down.

It was one of the best things about holidaying with Space Girl – sleeping in the same room. It’s comforting listening to her breathing or snoring gently. And she wakes up with any or all of: a sleepy smile, a “Dad Eee, MumM” and a loud fart. It’s reassuring for me to know early on that important things like being happy, and both ends, are working properly.

Read the next post for more holiday memories.

Daddy.

Next post September 15, 2014

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