Work was pretty busy, as expected after a bank holiday weekend, and the day flew by.
Penny had her 7 -9 month check up today. She's doing fine, just fine. Sitting up nice and sturdy, 17lb8oz, checked about putting her in her car seat, all good in the hood. The health visitor asked if she was doing anything like clapping yet, now, at that point she wasn't. But this evening, after tea, she was. So, ladies and gentleman we have a clapping baby.
We had an early tea as my father in law was picking me up at 6pm; we went to the cinema to see The Avengers (second time for me). I wanted to see it again, he wanted to see it before Sky Movies put it on in a years time. In that respect it was a perfect partnership.
I came home to find Melissa holding Penny in the living room. They were both wide awake. Penny still is. She's in her cot doing some ridiculous exaggerated crying thing. She sounds knackered, but is refusing to snuggle down and go to sleep. We could be in for a late night.
Roll on the weekend. Already.
