tuesday march 13th

Oh bless me!, father, because it is 1 calendar month since my last blog. After having had too much surplus time on my hands to blog, the weights on the scales of time have now swung to the opposite end of the spectrum of family life and I now find I have no time at all. This is because I have found a foothold on the rung of badly paid, yet gainful employment on Tuesdays and Fridays, a Pilates class, and the added addition of a stepdaughter in the house over the past month, which in turn has had the catolitic effect of a washing and ironing bomb detonating in my house. Anyway, as it it the Mook's third birthday tomorrow, I thought it an appropriate time to re-commence.
I've wrapped various presents, assembled the posh new buggy for the Mooker to wheel her baby farm about in, and for once the Correo has delivered all the cards from my family on time, so all I have to do now is wake her up in good time so that she can play with her presents before we are too late for nursery and they shut the gate on us.
I'm left tonight with my recollections of that eventful day and night, three years ago, when I felt as though my lower back was going to explode, whilst watching the hands on that hospital clock tick tock round and round until I thought I could stand no more. My mind then (kind of , although if I think about it the time scale is forever etched on my memory) convieniently fast forwards to the point in time when they placed you on my rapidly delflating stomach and you and I locked eyes on each other, just after 08 .03 for the first time. I have to say on my part, it was love at first sight. It sounds strange, but to me you looked like a little dolphin, with your pinkish/bluish tinge, and not what I expected at all. I can't really put it into words. At the time I was exhausted, and they gave you to me to hold once they'd cleaned you up and wrapped you up in a bundle. I couldn't feel you under all those blankets and was terrified I'd drop you because I was so tired and just wanted to go to sleep. I think to sum it up, Elton John just about hit the nail on the head when he sang 'How wonderful life is, now you're in the world!'
We were reunited just after 1 0'clock, and a little sleep for us both, and in a line up of 3 other babies in the nursery, I knew you instantly, and that you were mine. Even tonight (I've just checked you!) there is a little face you pull in your sleep, when to me you look exactly the same now as you did then, even though now you are no longer a baby, although you will always be my baby.
Anyway, enough of the sentimental trip down memory lane. The past 3 years has been a sharp learning curve for us both. Hopefully along with the third birthday we''ll hear the toll of a magic bell, marking the end of the terrible two's, although if the monster tantrum chucked in my direction this past sunday was anything to go by, I'd be wise not to hold my breath, else I'd end up as blue as the day you were born. My mini-mooker.!