Day 238

The best laid plans…

Today started as it normally does. Wee Daftie making some noise too early in the morning, Mammy dragging her into bed for a cuddle, only to be bashed in the face 20 minutes later, wanting to get up. Then Mammy discovers a rash and ends up going to the doctor and not music class, thus reorganising her whole day. Whoops.

Good news. Doctor isn’t worried. Bad news. Doctor has no idea what rash is. Oh well. Bloods taken, will find out in a week! 

Ended up walking around Fort Kinard instead of my planned baby music class and big walk home. Big Human suggested it as it would a) take my mind off things and b) we could find a pedometer that I can have on my person the whole time. The whole carrying my phone in my pocket has not been working well. I either forget to put it in my pocket or I have no pockets. Both are problematic. 

I now have a thing on my wrist. And I shouldn’t have an issue forgetting that. My wrist I mean. 

Another bout of showers scuppered my post Daftie Bedtime walk in the Granton night air so finished off my steps in the kitchen today. I could go walking in the rain but if there is a drier option, I’ll take it! 

Daftie was in good form today. We had our untraditional tradition of a Friday night Skype chat with Nana so both she and Papa got to witness the forward propelling motion that is a crawling Daftie. Learning to crawl has been really great for her. She seems more content. Like she realises she has actually achieved something. The attempts to climb out of her cot, however. Well. That’s another story. 

Thanks to the victory laps of the kitchen, it was just a little over 10,000 steps again when I finally sat down. 3 for 3 though. Tomorrow I shall make no plans for then they can’t be scuppered. 

And people wonder why I call her daft. Who else can manage to kick off one shoe and one sock in the car. Bless. Her. 

Just to clarify, I am the gross spotty one. Not Daftie. She is as blemish free and glorious as ever!