Sorry for the slightly later update today, laptop was needed for things!
Tonight was one of those mixed evenings where I stayed a bit later at work, meaning less time with Beatrice when I got home. It was slightly bemusing to see her sat in her Bumbo on the floor of the kitchen with Leo curiously sidling up to her though! The customary welcome smile and giggle soon followed and we fought the battle of the syringe for the umpteenth time. She genuinely doesn’t seem to want to even look us in the eye for a few minutes afterwards (“How dare you even do such a thing to me?!”- note, this has now led to me having a range of possible future voices for Bea in my head. Not sure which one I prefer yet).
Thankfully, that moment passes soon after, and after a short ‘daddicure’ normal routine was observed! Cutting a baby’s fingernails is one of those things that they don’t really warn you about. On more than one occasion (in the morning) her face looks like she has decided to clamber through a rosebush! My hobby (which I’m unlikely to do anything with for the forseeable) involves small intricate things, so cutting the tiniest of fingernails is quite relaxing, until Beatrice decides that moving that entire arm at an alarming speed is absolutely necessary just as I’m about to snip.
Back to advent calendar duties…
Day 8 is this sleepsuit:
Is it to early to send a letter off to Santa? Probably…
Day 9 features this little chap! See you all tomorrow!