Um, what else that isn't about the death of my dad (still a big deal but I just can't write about it right now)?
Fink had a big week last week. We moved him into a cot in his own room and, probably not coincidentally, he's slept from 6 to 6 every second night since. Two days ago he ate his first solid food (kumara puréed with boobjuice) and he devoured it. I've just fed him some rice cereal and he's worked out how to take food off a spoon. His poor wee puku is so distended! He has some immunisations today and will be 5 months old tomorrow. Holy shit, time flies, where mah baybee gone etc etc.
I went to my team's Christmas lunch on Friday. W came with me as his father was out drinking with clients. God, it was so nice to talk to other adults about grown up stuff that I almost wanted to go back to work right then and there. Don't worry, I came to my senses pretty quickly and realised that I miss the people, not the work and stress particularly. I mean, if I could fanny about writing opinions all day I totally would but that is a small part of the job and deadlines, discovery and email drafting are still a big deal (sigh). So, not going back in the immediate future, it would seem.
Summer really arrived on the weekend. It was light until nearly 9pm, there was cricket on, Saturday was about 26 degrees, lovely. Saturday in particular was great. P and I have not been together at home on a weekend day with W for at least a month and spending some quality time was wonderful. We ate yum cha, we fed W his first solids and filmed the shit out of it, we hung out in the sunshine, W had an almost 2 hour nap which is unheard of over here, we had a lovely meal cooked in large part on the bbq (polenta, chorizo sausage and grilled veg salad), we played with W who was in an excellent mood post nap, we matched a movie after W went to bed. It felt like our old pre-baby life, but better for the addition of this really excellent person we both love and who is a lot of fun. I tried and largely succeeded at not thinking about Dad.