Back to work. Like I said the other day, I had quite a bit of trepidation about going back to the office. Not the normal end of holiday feeling, something different that I can’t really describe. It was really like a deep desire not to leave the comfort and routine of my new family, but, need must…
Of course, when I got there and got back in to things it was fine. Good in fact to be back with a full in the office, but knowing that I’d got all the excitement of Marcail to come home to in the evening.
One thing it does mean is that I am keen to motor on with things as much as possible through 
the day so that I can get home and have some real time with the family. There’s a motivation to do something with the evening too, and not just sit and vegitate in front of the telly or fritter the time away with some unmemorable, well what, precisely? 
Yesterday it was actually quite nice, so we went to the shop for milk via the park. Doglet appreciated the chance to roll in more unmentionable (really, what a dog!) and Marcail seemed quite happy so long as forward progress was being made.
It’s all a bit alarming as a first timer though, it just looks like the jiggling and bouncing is going to turn their brains to mush before you reach the first corner. They’ve started putting knobbly pavement slabs at sections of kerb (n: the correct term for what 
some who were ejected to the colonies now refer to as a sidewalk) which have been lowered for easy pedestrian traversal. Going over them makes her face look like she’s doing an impression of Oliver Hardy on one of those vibrating belt weight loss machines. Mind, 
judging from the newspaper article on Madonna and her armpits today, those things are coming back into fashion with those whose wealth totally overwhelms their common sense.
Other news from the front. We got two important things in the post today:
The first was a bunch of printed photos (I know, how C20) to give to relatives. About 1/3 of them will go straight in the post to Calgary, so that Debs parents can see their darling daughter.
The second thing, having found that the bamboo nappies we purchased are, shall we say, a little on the large size at the moment, was a couple of Fuzzi Bunz. They are a really cool looking 
reusable nappy, which should be a trimmer fit than the bamboo ones; but she’ll grow into them too in no time I’m sure. Best of all, one of the experimental nappies is in a totally brilliant fabric – they are well cool! Nappies were never that cool when I was an infant.
The health visitor came round for her first visit too, to see the ladies. Apparently all is going well and our daughter is, of course, precocious, ahead of the curve and clearly a child prodigy. Not only that but she’s back up to her birth weight and all her functions and measurements are well within the expected bounds of variation. It’s such a relief to have a statistically satisfactory child.
Tomorrow I’ve taken a half day (and Friday) so that I don’t have to miss out on all the poo! Yippee! Oh, and Debs has got to go out and drive, drive, drive in prepartion for her driving test on the 6th of August – wish her luck y’all.