Today I had an eye appointment in London (nothing to worry about) so my Dad came with me (they usually put eye drops in) while my Mum stayed at home with Squiblet.
Now, it turns out that my eye appointment had been rescheduled for next week...but somehow I didn't get the memo. A frustrating waste of almost £100 in a time when we are counting every penny, but ho hum...the main point of this post is not for me to moan about that...it's to celebrate Squiblet and Grandma's successful morning. As it turned out, Dad and I had a jolly old time eating ice creams on the Southbank and all was not lost. I also took this cool picture. These bubbles were formed by a guy who had two bamboo canes with a line of string hoops tied to it and just kept dipping it in the bubbles and wafting it around. The children all thought he was a genius...I thought...hmmm...must try that at home!
Anyhow, back to Squiblet...
She was fine!
No tears, a little wobble when she was hungry but she soon snapped out of it.
Hurrah! To me, this is a most excellent attachment test (not that that was why we did it), and it seems to me that Squiblet passed with flying colours. I remember when she first came and she was always searching for people and anxious about the doorbell and wouldn't even let me leave the room. Eight months on and I'm off to London! As my Mum said...it's ironic in away that strong attachments actually mean freedom. Wonderful. And I love the way that when Grandma tucked her in Squiblet said; "not quite right" and gave Grandma some tucking in tips.
But the fun doesn't stop there because tomorrow I'm off to a spa. Mama gets Squiblet to herself for the day and I'm dragging my pal, and Mum of an 8 month old, off for a day of bubbles and chats. We had a spa day back in 2011 and the sauna and steam room weren't working. They offered us a free spa day and I finally got round to cashing it in...and they let me, which was so kind of them, and after today I don't feel so nervous about leaving Squiblet. By nervous about leaving her, I don't mean nervous about leaving her with Mama, I just mean being apart. They are clearly going to have a fabulous day of fun and giggles....and so am I....wahoo!
Anyhoo, I figure that if I'm going to be the best Mum that I can be then I need a little break here and there.
In other news, we are planning Squiblet's "welcome to the family" party. It's going to be big...which some people (as in people generally, not people who know us) think is a bad idea but I think we know her well enough to know that she will have a jolly old time. We've booked a venue with a quiet space and outdoor space in case it all gets a bit much. I've set up an online gift list for food which I think is hilarious, including things like "plate of ham". But we couldn't afford to feed everyone as well as hire the all etc and it seemed like a good plan. I figure if people think we're cheapskates and don't want to come then they don't have to. But hopefully everyone will just enter into the spirit of things and won't mind bringing a dish.
Oh yes, and we have booked a cheerful Center Parcs mini break for some jolly family time roaming about in the forest.