Tonight, you and I stay home from the show. It's on at 8.30 each night - well past your bedtime - but most nights you sleep through it, nestled against me in the Ergo. Still, it's nice to have this quiet time with you while the apartment is empty.
Monday, March 11, 2013
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52/365
We are in Adelaide for the Fringe Festival. Your dad is playing in a show that I am musical director for, and we are doing a run of nine nights in a row. Tonight, before our show starts, we go to a wine tasting cabaret show. We thought it would be quite casual and laid-back, but it is in fact a very intimate setting and I'm nervous about you being noisy and disturbing others. You sit happily on my lap, then your dad's and finally the floor, playing quietly, until, 45 minutes in you start to make loud (happy) noises during a quiet moment in the show and I decide it is time for us to go.
50/365
The table in our Adelaide apartment is just the right height for you to pull yourself up with - and so a new skill emerges.
49/365
Our sick little man. You sleep fitfully, needing to be sat up during your many coughing fits. We keep you safe between us.
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