Okay, seriously, time to stop staring at the lovely daughter and write another post. What to say though? Urgh. I wanted to write a witty, light and funny post about our journey back to Tanzania. The 117 kilos of luggage, the pram wrapped up in cardboard and bin liners that looked suspiciously like a dead body, the raised eyebrows, the cooing immigration officers, the perils of changing a nappy in an aircraft toilet, the strange masked men checking for swine flu on arrival at Kilimanjaro airport. But oh woe, my brain, my brain! I'd heard that when you're pregnant something happens to your memory and brain but seriously, this? Now? Like nothing else. And I don't think people (read husband) actually really believes that its true. Its a phenomenon though, right? Ah whatever. So forgive the ramblings, maybe one day I'll manage to write that witty light and funny post, but right now is no possible.
So in short, since the last post:
1 - We had all the grandparents to stay to coo at the baby, from Zambia, from England. Had numerous other visitors from the lovely sister to the beautiful cousin, to the lovely sister's gorgeous best friend(s), the witty friend from University (and fellow blogger Fush and Chips) with his delightfully crazy pug Stankie...and so on...sometimes all at once. More than once I caught myself singing under my breath, "welcome to house of fun da da da da dum". It was delightful to see everyone but at times pretty head-explodingly chaotic.
2 - We flew back from South Africa with one baby, one pram (that looked like said dead body), one car seat, three (big) check in bags, three items of hand luggage (four if you include the baby!), one calm husband and one grimacing but deep breathing mother. I was dreading it, but it was fine. Better than fine in fact. And all because of this thing
At the risk of sounding melodramatic, it has changed my life. It. Is. Fantastic. The baby gets in and sleeps immediately, my hands are free, its sooo comfy, you can breastfeed without people oggling at your boobs (which I don't mind, but husband does!). And so on. Its just one long piece of cloth no straps, no buckles. If you have a baby and you don't have one of these, get one. Seriously. Okay, I'll shut up now, I tend to go on and on about it!
3 - We got home to our lovely little house on the hill that is being buffeted by strong winds, to a full fridge, thanks to our lovely neighbours, a fat and happy cat, and my dear aunt and cuzzes staying next door for a few days. Its good to be home.
4 - Heard the news that Iwomba's bones were found so they were able to have a proper funeral for him.
5 - Going to Nairobi tomorrow for 6 week jabs and check ups and nappy buying!
So dear friends, apologies for the bla ramblings, and more soon, I hope!
Oh and thanks for all the lovely comments. I've been utterly crap at commenting, and replying to mine, but have been reading and smiling. xx