Hart Beat

February 26, 2014

Hart Beat

"You're precious to me as you made the pizza" This made my eyes moisten. "Daddy, you've gone the wrong way. We need fish fingers in a fish finger box and the shops are that way" This made me smile. "Certainly, I think we should have cake" This made me want cake. Apart from putting ever sweeter pictures of Nancy up onto this blog it feels like I have reached critical mass with what I can relay about her to you the generous reader without repeating the main mantra of this blog, which is NANCY IS AWESOMELY WONDERFUL which was what I was trying to avoid when I started out this harebrained scheme all those years ago when I was a spirited, naive parent not the wrinkled, decrepit man I am today.

Finally, I should probably ask what Nancy would like to write about as I'm sure she'd have an opinion. While her physical dexterity is still developing, once she finds her rhythm, like a good swing bowler, she won't stop delivery pearls of wisdom from pretty much the moment she wakes up ("Mummy, MUMMY, Come for a chat" at 3am in the morning) to the moment she goes to sleep (mimicking me snoring whilst I lie next to her) while also introducing her parents to a host of new things ("Daddy, these [pointing at a row of parked cars] are cars" just in case I was wondering).

Next time I might ask Nancy to prepare a short video message to upload as such is her all round genius I'm sure she keep you all enraptured for a few minutes on subjects as diverse as farting in Mummy's bed, the problem with Goosey, the need for fish fingers and the joys of cat-flaps. Given much of the dross that gets 1,000,000,000 hits on youtube she'd probably have a column in the Sun within a week. Oh and as you can see she has got some artistic game as have her parents. Who'd have thunk it?

"Daddy, I think we should get a blue car and a blue cat. Maybe yes?"

Oh and now Man United stink too. I mean can life get any better?