Progress

We can now say with confidence that we have won more games of "Feet"[1] than Linnea has. Also, I have left the house again - this time, first to the corner for lunch, and then across the main road where we did some shopping in Lidl. Crossing the road at a pedestrian crossing with lights was scary; I felt hugely aware that sometimes drivers break red lights and that Linnea was in a pushchair and highly vulnerable. My sister tells me that some people push the pushchair off the kerb specifically so that cars will have to stop, which is terrifying.

My stitches are almost better, and so are my abs; I expect to be fit to go into town on Tuesday or so. Linnea is growing up big, strong, and contrary, like her mother - though she has long slender fingers and long slender feet, so will probably be taller than I am by the time she's 10 years old.

We're investigating security for online photos of her.

Rob is asleep in an armchair with Linnea on his shoulder. Well, mostly asleep. They both look immensely content.

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[1] "Feet", not to be confused with "Plate Tectonics"[2] is a game where Linnea tries to put her feet into the poo, and we try to hold her feet out of the poo. Best played during a nappy change.

[2] "Plate Tectonics" is a game played antenatally; the plates are represented by infant anatomical parts, such as head, bottom, knees, feet, elbows, and the extra limbs apparent only during the period of in-uterus residence, and the earth's crust is represented by maternal (cf: host animal) abdominal skin. The object is for Linnea to try to cause mountain ranges, rifts, valleys and volcanos (cf: ALIEN the movie), and Ailbhe to remain intact. Best played in the bath where Ailbhe can see what's going on and better speculate on true genetic makeup of internal resident, adding marsupials and monotremes to list of probably ancestors.