Sorry for the silence. Blame Richard Branson. His merry band of spanners meant that we were without the internet for about a month, meaning this blog has languished in the long grass for too long. For those of you in far flung places, I can only apologise. I repeatedly called to make a horrible complaint and tell them what I thought but ended up being terribly sorry and sending them a food parcel by mistake. Such are the perils of horribly English, however, we now have a super hub.
Where to begin? The title of this blog is now almost totally redundant. Nancy is no longer a baby. She is a toddler. Which is a horrible word but a most wonderful stage. And she doesn't really toddle; due to the girth of her thighs she swaggers up and the down the flat like a chuddy cowgirl whose has spent far too long in the saddle. Sadly, google won't allow me to upload a video of her walking but when it relents I will post some video of her locomotive prowess. But make no mistake- she is proper biped. She can run and truffle and when she doesn't want to be parented she tries to drop the shoulder and escape from your grasp like
Illie Dimitrescu in his pomp, which is utterly delightful.
Walking is her state of being. She is a merry wanderer, slaying up and down the flat and across the park from morning 'til night - the only check on her progress being food. Which is amazing. But the walking while impressive and never ending, fades into obscurity compared to her ever increasing vocabulary. Her diction is immaculate. Bears, Bonks, Buggers, Cats, Dogs, Doors, Snakes, Squirrels, Turtles, Milk, Paste, another the list goes on and on. My personal favourite is her impression of an elephant, which involves shaking thrashing her arm about like a mid 90s rapper. She is relentless. As I write this she is sat on the sofa reading Sartre. I think she might just save the world. And she is chuddy as a beast.
Sadly, this year there is no reindeer outfit to underscore the birth of Jesus, but we here at the adventures formerly known as Mungo all wish you a very happy Christmas.
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| She owns a dress from Liberty. We are a parody of north Lomdon. |
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| She is a still a better Batman than George Clooney |
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| Rotund. |
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| Pudding |
"Walking is her state of being". Oh, I say, I'm just editing a chapter called The Ontological Body which asserts exactly the same as a kind of periphrastic lens for the viewing of the performative body in movement.
ReplyDeleteAs Nuncle would say, we is all in it for the lols.
Just fab in pink.