We’re only 2½ years late, that’s not bad is it?  I mean it’s nothing in defence contract or major public infrastructure circles.  Nor, come to think of it, is it much longer than you wait for the average GP appointment…

But, today was the day for Marcail’s FIRST SWIM.  The three of us went up to the Mariner Centre in Camelon and got in the pool.  She did really, really well.  There must be such a lot to take in, what with all the people, the big deep pool and the totally new environment.  In no time at all she was lifting her feet up and relying on her float to keep her up.  A little reserved and nervous, but I’m sure the next time will see her get off to a flying start.

Anyway, here she is from just a few days ago.  She’s such a girl now, the toddler has almost completely gone.  Getting to be quite the independent mind too, though going through a phase of almost instant self-contradiction.  “I want a yoghurt.”  “Here you go then.”  “NO!!!  I don’t waaaant a yoghurt.”

Munchkin just a few days ago