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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Welcomed 2006 at a decent hour, although not necessarily a decent fashion, with an impromptu skinnydip (or, if you prefer, chunkydunk) at Waikawa Beach. Squelched back to the bach in some of our wet clothes (disrobing having been a mid-swim process), the remaining garments fluttering like standards on the end of a forked stick over my shoulder, drying out in the hot wind.

Today marks Jack's first day at work, and my untimely return to fulltime Bug-wrangling. It's gone moderately well so far, apart from a protracted battle of wills concerning the necessity of a midday nap, during which the collected contents of a bag of nappy sacks, one of swim nappies, and, worst of all, a new pack of wet wipes were systematically emptied out and strewn over the bedroom. So I feel the Bug won that one on points: serves me right for leaving the kit within purloining distance of the cot, really. Cleaned up mess, changed sheets (a surprising amount of moisture wicks out of a pack of wipes into a flanelette bedsheet) and explained to the Bug that if this sort of carry-on, er, carries on, I will be placing her on Trademe forthwith. Which pronouncement she greeted with an expression of stony-faced defiance. So it's going to be one of THOSE mother-daughter relationships, then. Anyone after a part-time editor/writer/translator?

She's still asleep, in an almost calculatedly angelic attitude. It won't last.

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