My first mother's day as a mother went thus - Rachel woke at 7, and as is our wont on Sundays, she came into bed with us for a feed and a snuggle. I noticed she had some blood in her ear. So, an inspection followed. She didn't seem upset, so we weren't too worried, but then, she wasn't upset particularly when she was throwing up for hours straight after her experience with formula. So we called that 24-hour helpline who asked a few questions, agreed with us that it was a bit odd and sent us off to a GP clinic thing. I went into Rachel's room to discover a bunch of flowers and a card in her cot. Clever girl!! Luckily, and somewhat amazingly, there weren't many people waiting for the one GP on duty when we arrived. And only one of those few people seemed to be ill. Anyway. I digress. In we went, Rachel had yet another visit with a doctor who described her as particularly alert, a sticky beak etc etc (do they just say this stuff to make mothers happy?), and when he stuck that light thing in her ear, he straight away said "she's just scratched herself" which was the same conclusion we'd already reached. Nice.
After that we came home for her long morning snooze, and then went out for lunch. Simon discovered he should have booked... Apparently Rachel should have thought of that. 9_9 So we wound up at Groove Train, a huge soulless place with alright food. I had a glass of sparkling rose and a half-decent risotto. Then it was off for a wonder around the shops of central Geelong. Simon got himself a nice new jacket, Rachel got a nice little outfit for wearing at the farm (don't know why it is for the farm in particular, but Simon and I agreed on the spot it would be ideal), and we spent a little time wandering the aisles of an increasingly-empty Borders. Simon got some books. Rachel got some sleep. We had a nice coffee and then came home for me to put Rachel to bed and Simon to have a run. All in all, a pretty typical day.
Today, Simon is at home with his work team, putting in the new veranda boards. It's noisy! But a good job to get going.
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