At the start of the week returning home from night shift found me dangerously tired as I struggled to keep my eyes open but thankfully the last few shifts I was fine as I readjusted to that sleep pattern (just in time to reset my biological clock as that shift ends). Each morning, however, as I got home Bethany was asleep in our bed but laid perpendicularly to Alison so that there was no room for me. Having no choice but to turn her at right angles so that she is parallel between us she was sound asleep enough not to be disturbed by this manoeuvre each time I performed it. Within an hour she is usually up and this morning she announced the end of her slumbers by climbing over my head to try and switch on the bedside lamp.
She continues in pursuing new activities and Alison has been colouring in with her with the intention of using one of her creations as a birthday card for Helen next week. Concern about leaving her with the sharp looking coloured pencils, especially as she has developed a tendency of trying to put things up her nose or rub her eyes with them we thought it safer her to get her some crayons. At the back of our minds we already knew where this was going to lead and sure enough no sooner had Bethany opened the tin of crayons she was using them to colour in the laminate flooring.
This morning before Alison went to work she thought it a good idea to make some cakes with Bethany who remained completely disinterested by the whole experience and preferred to bang together her food bowls that were on the worktop. A small moment of worry came when offering her the bowl to lick out before remembering that the mixture contained raw egg. Bethany was not interested in eating it anyway although she was a little bit sick later on.
We had to go into town to pick up the cake mix and crayons yesterday and in my tiredness I managed to confuse myself. Alison and Bethany left the house whilst I finished what I was doing before following them out and locking up. When I got outside I could not see them so thinking that I had locked them in I returned indoors and shouted for them. No reply and only me there puzzled me but going back out to the street I saw them coming back to the street after Bethany had evidently decided to start to walk down town. Being locked in was a familiar theme as I was trapped in the yard at work that morning between two locked gates. A delivery driver had spent the night in the yard and I went down to open the outer gate around 5am to let him out onto the road. About half an hour later he went so I went back down to lock the gate back up. I reopened the inner automatic gate from the inside, put the padlock on the outer gate and turned round only to find that the inner gate had been closed - controlled by the Gatehouse who must have noticed it open on the camera and rather than thinking that it had been opened for a reason just shut it. I resorted to phoning the office for the manager to come and let me out but as he came down the Gatehouse must have managed to make me out hidden as I was in my bright orange hi-vis jacket.
In the town there was one of those human statues which I can't recall seeing in Darlington previously and who was pretty ridiculous. She was dressed as a bride with a painted white face and a parasol and as Alison disdainfully remarked "She's moving". The occasional movement did not bother me: what I found annoying was that she was sat down on one of the benches on high row. The first time I saw these "performers" was on Las Ramblas in Barcelona where the novelty and the stillness made them worth pausing to watch for a while and get a photo. I have not seen many seated statues but that is what we had on offer yesterday - a lass in a white dress having a sit down. Ironically around the corner a homeless man was sat in a shop doorway with a box in front of him as well and I found it hard to differentiate between the two. Being tired and now grumpy I walked passed both of them without giving either any change but felt guiltier for refusing the homeless man.
She continues in pursuing new activities and Alison has been colouring in with her with the intention of using one of her creations as a birthday card for Helen next week. Concern about leaving her with the sharp looking coloured pencils, especially as she has developed a tendency of trying to put things up her nose or rub her eyes with them we thought it safer her to get her some crayons. At the back of our minds we already knew where this was going to lead and sure enough no sooner had Bethany opened the tin of crayons she was using them to colour in the laminate flooring.
This morning before Alison went to work she thought it a good idea to make some cakes with Bethany who remained completely disinterested by the whole experience and preferred to bang together her food bowls that were on the worktop. A small moment of worry came when offering her the bowl to lick out before remembering that the mixture contained raw egg. Bethany was not interested in eating it anyway although she was a little bit sick later on.
We had to go into town to pick up the cake mix and crayons yesterday and in my tiredness I managed to confuse myself. Alison and Bethany left the house whilst I finished what I was doing before following them out and locking up. When I got outside I could not see them so thinking that I had locked them in I returned indoors and shouted for them. No reply and only me there puzzled me but going back out to the street I saw them coming back to the street after Bethany had evidently decided to start to walk down town. Being locked in was a familiar theme as I was trapped in the yard at work that morning between two locked gates. A delivery driver had spent the night in the yard and I went down to open the outer gate around 5am to let him out onto the road. About half an hour later he went so I went back down to lock the gate back up. I reopened the inner automatic gate from the inside, put the padlock on the outer gate and turned round only to find that the inner gate had been closed - controlled by the Gatehouse who must have noticed it open on the camera and rather than thinking that it had been opened for a reason just shut it. I resorted to phoning the office for the manager to come and let me out but as he came down the Gatehouse must have managed to make me out hidden as I was in my bright orange hi-vis jacket.
In the town there was one of those human statues which I can't recall seeing in Darlington previously and who was pretty ridiculous. She was dressed as a bride with a painted white face and a parasol and as Alison disdainfully remarked "She's moving". The occasional movement did not bother me: what I found annoying was that she was sat down on one of the benches on high row. The first time I saw these "performers" was on Las Ramblas in Barcelona where the novelty and the stillness made them worth pausing to watch for a while and get a photo. I have not seen many seated statues but that is what we had on offer yesterday - a lass in a white dress having a sit down. Ironically around the corner a homeless man was sat in a shop doorway with a box in front of him as well and I found it hard to differentiate between the two. Being tired and now grumpy I walked passed both of them without giving either any change but felt guiltier for refusing the homeless man.
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