Baby massage class is its usual hushed and calm self. We have to compare our babies to things in nature. Other parents choose things like flowers and rivers. The only thing I can think of comparing Daisy to is a cyclone or a tornado (Pabs goes for ‘grasshopper’). Mind you, most people can see our point I think.
Daisy wiggles enthusiastically through the explanation, and the very kind teachers suggest we take our babies’ nappies off and lay them on some paper towels. Unfortunately, the second that Paul puts his hands on Daisy’s stomach, she er, becomes a little too relaxed. We use up most of the paper towels.
We also weigh Daisy at a local pharmacy. Pharmacies here do “medical consultations” for about two pounds. Their “surgeries’ are staffed by men in white coats who know less about medicine than the actors on ER.
However, they do have baby scales. Daisy has put on a kilo in a month, which is a huge relief. She’s now on the ninth percentile of those weird growth charts, which should be enough to keep the health visitors from grumbling at us. Hurrah.
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