The weekend started at 6:15 this morning when Matilda decided she'd had enough of kicking me in the ribs and was ready to get up up UP. (She sleeps in her crib unless she's sleeping badly. If she's sleeping badly, she sleeps with us so she can keep us up from a closer proximity.)
Our friend Erik mentioned last weekend that he had no idea how he used to pass the days before they had kids. I wondered if the days were easier to pass because they started so much later.
By 9:30 this morning, I'd had my first and my second breakfasts, coffee, fed Matilda some banana and a bottle, put her in the exersaucer and her highchair and picked up toys dropped from both, left her sitting on the floor in the living room while I brushed my teeth, came back to find her on her belly ("How did you do that?"), baked a banana bread and took pictures with an underwater disposible camera at her Baby Swim Class.
The thing about the disposable underwater cameras is that they're not digital. So until we get the prints back, we have no proof that she's been splashing around in an indoor pool. We do have proof that she got stuck up on all fours, however.
