I am lucky to be able to share with you this week as I have sustained two shot wounds-one to each thigh. Surprisingly, mum did cry more than me whilst I was being shot. Dad said I was so brave, he has since laid off threatening to put me down. Not only were the shots against me this week, I came into contact with whooping cough. I don’t know why mum persists in trying to befriend people with babies but she struck yet again. This time she was chatting away to some bird about me whilst I pretended to be sleeping in my pram covered with a blanket. I peeped out to see them shake hands but then the lady said her son had been sick with whooping cough. These words had scarcely escaped the woman’s lips when my pram started to take off. Mumma asked the lady to please move her pram, I soon realised it must have been in our way because ‘bang’ my pram crashed into it like some sort of monster truck. I held on for dear life as wind whipped through the blanket and my hair. We were clearly going at a cracking pace. Mum didn’t stop until we got to the car. When the blanket was finally lifted, even in my woozy state, it was apparent that mum had been wildly wiping her hand with my wet ones and cleaning the pram handle, the wipes were carelessly discarded and before I knew it I was nursing my tiny whiplashed neck in the shower with mum. Mum stayed up all that night listening to my every sound and googling the dreaded ailment, needless to say the sneaky hand from the end of the cot almost stopped my heart many a time that night.
It is with surprise amidst the trauma this week that my vision has improved. I can now lock my eyes on mum’s hair, I find it to be both fascinating and unruly. She giggles when I do this and says “Cut it out, you’ll give me a complex. You have the same hair as me you know!”. Well played mum, guess who has a complex now?!
To my parents’ pleasure this week I have started smiling (for real, not just as a windy hoax) I have also stifled a giggle at mum, it was hard not to-it’s the hair! They were also pleased to hear I am of average (or perfect) weight and above average height.
Well I’m off to be swaddled (not waddled-what an embarrassing mistake!)
Love Darcy xx
Cherries and Lemonade 