There really don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to do a job, have a baby, and write a blog. If I was a woman then I could multi-task, of course, but I’m not so I just get grumpy if I try! A lot has happened in a week though and Marcail is really coming on as a little personality in her own right.
It’s been challenging at times, it has to be said. A couple of days this week Debs has really had a hard time keeping it all going. She’s up more than me during the night and then, while 
I’m in an adult environment at work, she’s still here with Marcail. If Marcail is fine, then that’s fine. A couple of days in the last week, though, Marcail hasn’t been fine, so that’s really not been fine. One day in particular, must’ve been death on a stick as Marcail had been crying pretty much non stop from when she got up to when I got home; and no, it didn’t stop then.
On the other hand, there are lots of times when it is simply the best thing in the world to be a new parent. 
She’s been having more regular baths now that she’s getting a bit bigger, we’re up to about three a week. She seems to like the 
water on the warm side too, which once you realise that it seems to be fine, works just swell. If it’s too cool for her though, you’re back to the first scenario! Her skin is still quite dry and flaky, but the nappy rash that she got earlier is really clearing up now and looking much much better.
The parents of a late colleague of Debs’ from Chicago are over in Scotland at the moment. They are Camerons so have been here for their clan gathering and took the opportunity to take a tour of the country. We met up with them on Thursday night and had a great evening with dinner at The Rail Bridge Bistro in South Queensferry. We’ve been there a few times and would really recommend it; their home made desserts are especially good. Marcail was just the perfect star. 
She had a little grumble at the start, realising that it is only right and proper that she be fed first! Once that was taken care of she was almost completely silent through the whole meal. She lay and napped in her car seat for the whole affair. Not so once we got home! Oh NO! That was the night and the day that followed which just about put us over the edge. Still, it’s the good times that stay with you, the trials get filed away and diminished with the passage of time.
Now it’s a little known fact that Marcail has some impressive heritage when it comes to pulling faces. Her (non-genetic) Auntie DL, aka The Woman of a Million Faces, being a case in point. But it has to be said that her mum ain’t no slouch in that department either.
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True to her roots, our little darling is following firmly in her maternal family traditions. And so, dear reader, I bid you good night.
