Man oh man am I glad the weekend is here. It was a long week at the office, although for once it wasn't completely mind-numbing. Because of the time-change last weekend Cheeky's bed time shifted forward an hour, so she was going to bed before I got home from the office. It's been bumming me out because she's really started "talking" over the last couple of weeks, which has been tons of fun to listen to (she sounds like Professor Frink) But Cheeky and I got to hang out together this morning while Claud was trying find her center in yoga. We're practicing sitting up, squeezing things, and not kicking so hard that she knocks herself out of her chair, with varying degrees of success. It's amazing to watch this little kid try to master these fundamentals, especially the sitting up part. Her eyes get really big as she slowly but surely leans into a pillow, until the inevitable face-plant ends the trial and we go back to square one.
With the weekend comes the inevitable realization that we once again have planned poorly, and may be trapped inside for two days, slaves to Cheeky's sleep schedule. Unlike last time, when we actually made an effort but couldn't close the deal, this time we were outflanked by other parents. We have two babysitters we like to use, and Claud generously shared their digits with another couple in our building who were looking for help. But when we went to schedule them for this weekend ourselves, they had both been booked...by the new couple! What the Deuce? We've been outmaneuvered by the rookies! It's our own fault, of course, since we waited until the day before to call, but still. So it looks like another night of ordering in and trying fruitlessly to convince Claud that we should watch the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings back-to-back (which, I'm assured, will never happen).