As you know, we woke up on Saturday morning with a little bit of a hangover - Lizzy Face however wasn't really interested in that. We were up at the usual time and Lizzy Face was on full chatty form. Not what Pappa Carr needs after a late night on the beers.
After entertaining her for a few hours finally she decided to have a mid-morning nap. We put her down and tried desperately to remember why we thought drinking was a good idea with a baby in the house. I don't think either of us has yet come up with an answer.
Yes, well back to the topic at hand we took Lizzy The Face to the allotment for the afternoon. It was a beautiful sunny day. I recently bought Lizzy Face a sun tent for the allotment, it's pretty big and fully open on one side so she can sit outside in the fresh air but safe from the death rays of the sun. Winner.
The allotment is a great weekend for me and Lizzy Face for the most part. I'm not much of an alloter myself and Fergatron does most of the work. I think that's a good thing though, it's important for a mum to have a project that isn't baby-focused, so she can remember herself as well. My role in this trip is to entertain Lizzy Face, which is fine by me as that's the main point of my weekend - to hang out with my girls. S i play with her in the tent, carry her around the allotment to chat to the Fergatron and if she has a sleep I get my laptop out and code away to my hearts content.
If you saw my previous post you'll know how tiring that was for me. When we got back home we put Lizzy Face in her jumparoo - her favorite way to spend half an hour, bouncing like a nutter. I was just sitting next to her, chatting.... and apparently 1/2 an hour later I woke up. Lizzy Face was very good about it, she could see Pappa needed a rest so she didn't cry, she just looked at her posters and had a bounce.
The evening went as many evenings do, playing, crying, nappy changes, then dinner bath and bed and suddenly it's 8pm. There was only one thing for it, we watched Eurovision. It was great. Much fun was had over a glass of wine mocking the 'best' of what Europe had to offer and thought Fergatron fell asleep before the end and I fell asleep during the points it was a good night.
Sunday was a bit more unusual. Fergatron had found a village festival online in the Surrey area, it sounded great - bouncy castle, craft stalls, music and falconry. We decided to go, so we got up early and took Lizzy Face for her swim; Lizzy Face loves swimming and as it was bank holiday there was a break in her lessons so we took her to the pool ourselves. I think it was nice as I do the lessons with Lizzy Face, so it was good for Fergatron to use some of the things we had learned, and just to have a nice time playing in the water. The big bonus of swimming is that it tires Lizzy Face out, so after a 45 minute splash around we put her in the car and she had a good sleep while we went to the festival. We drove from Woking to the edge of Gatwick.... it wasn't really in the surrey area.
The festival was good fun, if not a little unusual. We felt very much like we were the only people not from the local village and indeed possibly the only people not related to each other. The falconry was a few birds ties onto very short strings and really we didn't like it. Lizzy Face was curious but we didn't hang around - I like Lizzy Face to see birds flying, not tied to posts. The craft fair was more like a school summer fayre but all in all it was good banter. Fergatron bought me a beer and we watched the music which was pretty decent (especially given the location). Lizzy Face had a good time looking at dogs, watching the music and singing along.
And that was pretty much the bank holiday. On the Monday me and Fergatron fell out, I don't really remember why I think it's just tiredness and too much pressure. Time is such a precious commodity these days that we feel we should be filling all of it with something amazing but sometimes I just like to relax and hang out. I think this is a common thing, not enough time people too thinly spread and then add in a couple of hangovers and people get grumpy. It's a shame, but as the Loaf said 2 out of 3 ain't bad