Frank had his first birthday a week and a half ago. It went well. He had a surprising number of lovely presents given to him (home knitted wool jumper, home made quilt, books, and some great toys) and I even made a cake (Ginger cake). We took lots of photos.
Angela is going home tomorrow, sadly. She’s been a great help. I don’t think I’d have got through the last month otherwise. I wish she could stay! We’re very fortunate to have a friend like her.
We had a bit of an eighties day today wearing Opium. If I understood correctly, her mum may have worn it too. Or at least she’s got childhood associations with it.
Frank is in Auckland with my mum until Thursday to give me a break because it’s much easier with just one and he’s been biting me (mostly while breastfeeding but also having a random chomp at other times eg my thigh if I’m sitting down). Hopefully the time away will break him of this habit. He only targets me. I guess my yelps are just that funny.
I cooked pork strips for dinner tonight, trying to crisp them into crackling like my mum does. I need a lot more practice. I had a good go at scalding Angela with a splash of hot oil :o They weren’t bad for a first attempt though. It takes a bit of effort, getting back in to cooking. My timing is off and I’ve been making silly mistakes but so far my food hasn’t been so bad it’s had to be binned. Others may disagree. My baking has been mostly fine, at least. Angela is leaving with a very tasty looking carrot cake. I only forgot the walnuts, which weren’t part of the recipe. I just think carrot cake should never be without walnuts.
My mother wore opium and I also find that it brings up childhood memories on those rare occasions when I smell it again.