freedom

Today is the day. Ms Gypsy Tart and Ms Ginger Cake are going to babysit for us for the whole day. They're doing it together because they're terrified that they are going to break him. We're off to have a long lunch and to go and see a movie. We have decided to see The Break Up, even though the reviews aren't great. But, who cares? The important thing is that we are getting to spend time by ourselves. This is the first time we have had alone for about six months. As lovely as Babycake is, and he is very, very lovely, he is a bit like a breach in the space/time continuum. There is just not time for ourselves. I hardly get the chance to look at the computer anymore, unless he is bouncing on my lap, cooing at the wall. He really has taken to the painted brick wall next to where we keep the computer. I'm sure he is admiring the texture of the brick, the way the light plays upon the white paint, creating shadows in the nooks and crannies of the rough wall.

I've left Babycake and Mrs McMuffin sleeping upstairs. I sneaked off to have a cup of coffee and some time on the computer. Is that bad of me? Got to go now because I can hear movement. See you later.