Familiarisation II

we did go back yesterday for a second go. somehow i felt better this time. an important difference i think is that poor nicholas, a little boy who was having his first week at the centre was slightly better. on wednesday (first day) he was inconsolable. after two hours of howling the centre called his carers to come and collect him. poor little mite. yesterday he was still crying but there were short periods when he could be distracted- he followed a story a little, lunch was okay, he sat quietly in one staff members arms for a time. small improvements. it gives me hope that percy will settle in okay.

my main concern is for her sleeping. a staff member sat with her yesterday trying to get her to sleep but it didn't work. i'll have to tell them that she rarely, rarely sleeps on her tummy which was what the staff person was trying to get her to do. i ended up rocking her to sleep in my arms again. i also gave her a small breast feed as she was continually sucking on her lips, licking and swallowing. i think it was the vegemite taste in her mouth from the morning tea of vegemite on toast. both paul and i are of the opinion that vegemite is used to pave roads, not eat; there isn't any in our house as we've never been called on to pave a road. percy's first taste of this aussie icon was yesterday. i think she couldn't settle well with the vile taste in her mouth. i hoped the breast milk would be soothing while taking the taste away.

(to add to my "blasphemous traitor" record i also don't like meat pies, sausage rolls or any other item in this loosely labelled 'food' category. a holden car, and any other car for that matter, is just a pile of metal and plastic that costs to much to make, buy, maintain and then junk. our flag should loose the union jack. i haven't the foggiest what donald bradman did beside whack a ball about a paddock with a bit of stick. i don't know the rules to any football code. ummm.. that's all that comes to mind at present.)

back to punky! (one of her numerous nick names.) or more correctly- back to me. to ease my troubled mind i went for a walk with percy along king street to indulge in "retail therapy". i used to, and think i still do, hate this phrase. why did our society need to invent a term for selfish consumerism- to make us feel better? anyways; i purchased four books from 'better read than dead'. two are for percy. they are great touch and feel books with things that open, to pull and lots of textures. the third is for my dad for his birthday. hi dad! it's in the post, i hope you like it. (your other present is coming soon.) the fourth was for me. i justified hitting up the credit card by saying only one quarter of the purchase was for me. not sure that swings it.
we stopped in a park on the way back to stretch percy's legs and let her consume her daily allocation of grass and twigs.