It was actually a really nice day, not too promising to look at early on, but the sky cleared and the sun came out by the time we were out for a walk. So, wondering whether the washing would be dry or rewashed when we got back we headed off for a coastal potter around the Dalmeny Estate. The drive to the house seemed to be closed, so we went round and parked at South Queensferry. From there you can walk (under the Forth Bridge) in to the estate along the coast.Continue reading
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Day Eleven: It’s getting interesting out there
Marcail has been coming on in leaps and bounds from a cognitive perspective over the last couple of days. She started to find her eyes, maybe three days ago and along with that has been getting more interested in the world outside her own body. The first thing, after looking up into our faces, was looking at her high contrast mobile which she got from the Drs. Schleubledeuble.Continue reading
Day ten – All men are the same
It had to happen. Today was the first day that Daddy abandoned his girls in search of the big city lights, fame and fortune. Well to go into work for the afternoon for a meeting that would be too difficult to reschedule.Continue reading
Day Nine: Baby broiler
It’s not all a bed of roses being a new parent. It’s damned hard some of the time and there are pitfalls around every corner. After a day in the house, the three grown ups all had a bit of cabin fever, so we decided to head out into the big wide world with the pram and get a breath. The weather was pretty dreich and unsettled, heavy showers a lot of the time, overcast and generally not a day that was terribly promising.
Splish Splash
With my belly button healing, I had my first bathtime tonight. It was a most horrid event because Mommie insisted on scrubbing all my soft wrinkles and folds and I screamed like I have never done before. My doggie even ran from the room in retreat.
The best part came when Daddy wrapped me up all cozy warm in a soft bath towel and dried me. He then held me lovingly in his arms for some cuddle time.
Think I can get used to this!
Thunderpants – The Revenge
“Isn’t this nice. A quiet sit down dinner, our first since she was born, where we can eat off the table and relax. It’s really nice to be able to chill out in front of the telly. She’s sound asleep, look at her.” I agreed wholeheartedly, how lovely and tranquil it felt. A little adult time in amongst all the baby stuff. Ahhh.Continue reading
Day Eight: Citizen Marcail
In a small, and intimate ceremony, attended by only a few of her closest friends and relatives, Marcail Erin Begbie was today entered on the register of 
births, deaths and marriages in the town of South Queensferry. Details from this intimate event have not been widely publicised, but one excited onlooker was apparently heard to say “Excuse me, is this the way to the ferry for Inchcolme Island?”, whilst another, clearly agitated by events, called “Big Issue! Big Issue!”Continue reading
Day Seven: Marcail Thunderpants
It seems that it’s not easy being wee and having to get yourself going in the morning 
all the time, especially if you’ve spent the preceding 24 hours seeing how little sleep you can give your mummy and daddy; and poor Doglet too, who is the only one of us who never actually signed up to this gig!Continue reading
Day Six: Long day, short post
It’s all starting to mount up! The incremental sleep deprivation is doing its thing its thing [I did notice this, but after publishing. I rest my case – ed.] with the two of us, well three of us really; even Doglet has been dog tired! Continue reading
Day five: Milky La-La Land
We got off to a good start today. I was raking through the washing basket to get out light colours for a full load along with Marcail’s stuff, when I found them. Continue reading