Just sat down to write this and felt a little that fella from the end 1980s American TV Shows...
Or, rather more worryingly Carrie Bradshaw.
Anyway. Monday. Slept quite well. Penny stirred at about 4am because her dummy escaped, I snuck over and shoved it back in and she went back off for half an hour, then she woke up again. Melissa was on the ball this time, she shoved the dummy back in, soothed her and she went back to sleep. At 6:10am she awoke for her feed. Melissa did the needful, I dozed. The rest of the day went OK. Moderately busy day in work, spent time this afternoon reading about various episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation and then Melissa picked me up at 4pm.
Penny was up at Melissa's mum and dads while Melissa had been running some errands so we went up to meet her, had tea and then came home. I played MW3 with Penny while Melissa had a bath, then Penny had a bath, some milk and then bed.
She's currently chatting away to Melissa, or the ghost of Melissa's nan, who Melissa seems to think is watching over her. Weirdo.
I've played my fill of MW3 tonight, and so I'm going to watch a film and have an earlyish night.
See you tomorrow.
