You know you're busy (lazy?) when...

your blogger update consists of an excerpt of an email to a friend.

So here 'tis :-)

"... I guess someone will update me when and if anything happens that needs my attention, but in the mean time I'm happy to be busy doing other stuff.

And the other stuff I'm busy with (apart from work, etc) is Braeden's introduction to Playcentre.
I admit to being a bit confused with all the similar thingies going on with babies, ie Playcentre vs playgroups vs creche vs kindy etc. But I finally got my befuddled head around Playcentre being like Kindy except that it's open to kids from birth upwards, and instead of dropping off and going, you have to stick around if your child is under 2. Which is no hardship; in fact it's a hell of a lot of fun.

So my little monster is now the hellion of the S***** Playcentre, and is thoroughly enjoying himself. Surprisingly, he has so far shown no interest in the sandpit, but he loves the swings, the musical activities, the paints (especially if he can annoy another child who is trying to paint), and the sheer huge s-p-a-c-e-s to scuttle around like a demented crab.

Except.. today he spotted me cuddling someone else's baby, and oh-my-bloody-god you should have seen the over-reaction!
Never mind he'd totally ignored me for an hour and a half while he inspected and approved everything and everyone in sight.
Never mind he'd belted me over the head when I tried to give him his midmorning feed.
Never mind that he wasn't even in the same room as me (but was still within sight.. just!).

As soon as he saw me holding a sweet little six month old angel, he ROARED like a beestung bull, and charged at me in a straight line (which scattered everyone in his path, young or old). Still roaring his fury and jealousy, he tried to climb UP my leg (I was standing, and I am not short or at all treelike) to displace the baby in my arms.

I gave the baby back, picked up my infuriated lump of pea-green envy (and goggled at the weight difference between the two!), and have spent the rest of the day dealing with Velcro Baby.

Now if I were a higher class of mother I wouldn't have laughed.. but I did, and I think I'm going to keep chuckling about this for a long time. I just wish someone had caught it on video. Never mind that meteorite - this had a MUCH noisier sonic boom :-)

(Addendum.. the word verification code on the bottom of this post as I go to submit it, strikes me as rather apt.. "nvoyh" My strange and tired brain sees that transform into Envy Of Your Hoyden.)