Lunchtime at Bill’s in Wimbledon to celebrate (albeit a little belatedly) the Youngest of the Darling Daughter’s birthday.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters was a little under the weather so it was just me meeting Team Baldwin outside the restaurant. Everyone was very good about looking pleased to see me, without letting on too openly their disappointment that the
more exciting members of the family weren’t with me. We had a lovely meal. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters and I shared a hot cross bun bread and butter pudding with custard for “afters”, a dessert which could be categorised under the
heading of “Delicious But Unnecessarily Indulgent.” We agreed to remind each other, next time we are similarly tempted by something on a dessert menu, that we will be perfectly happy with a decaffeinated skinny latte.
Obviously everyone wanted to know all about my Adventures with Faris. I have to say that I slightly over-played my general importance in the post-baby household over the last
few days. I explained what a help I had been with the housework, failing to mention that my efforts have centred around polishing the glass tables with window cleaner, emptying the dishwasher every morning and occasionally sweeping the floor. Indeed the Middle
of the Darling Daughters is very aware that I have tended to gravitate towards the more enjoyable of household tasks. Today, for example, I ironed all Baby Boy’s clothes and hung them back in his wardrobe. Now that’s what I call ironing for pleasure....I
also spend a lot of time on "Faris Watch" which involves a great deal of cuddles and hugs. The way I look at it, somebody has to do it and it might as well be me.
Team Baldwin headed off to the theatre to see “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert”, Faris’s Dad collected me from Wimbledon and we drove to Tesco’s to pick up some shopping. The supermarket car park was absolutely packed and, after
driving fruitlessly around for a while looking for a space, the New Dad decided that he was now entitled to park in a “Parent and Baby” parking space on the basis that he had an Isofix on the back seat. I did point out that I thought we were actually
supposed to have a baby with us...
Baby Faris has another family in Algeria and today, courtesy of Skype, the New Dad was able to show off his baby boy to that
far-off clan. There was so much noisy chatter that it was for all the world as if they were all crowded into the house with us and I can’t say I understood a word but it wasn’t at all difficult to read the emotion. In the absence of words I blew
kisses and was rewarded with kisses in return. Whoever invented Skype, I salute you!
The New Dad, incidentally, has entered into his fatherhood role with relish
and today he showed a different, and most impressive, side to his parental skills. There was Baby Boy lying awake in his cradle, looking for angels as usual, when all of a sudden The Sheep (held by the New Dad) appeared over the side of his crib, talking in
a high-pitched voice about life in general and what it was like to be a sheep in particular. It was really, really funny. Baby Boy appeared mesmerised. It’s one thing to have The Sheep playing a lullaby, or white noise, or the sound of falling
rain – but when he starts pontificating on life’s challenges, you start to wonder what world you have been born into, even if you are only eleven days old.
Though, to be honest, I am quite sure Baby Faris realises he has fallen on his feet here. Every day, dozens of times a day, his proud and loving mamma showers kisses on him. “Kisses for Faris!” she tells him, and again: “Kisses
When I go home tomorrow I will take lots and lots of memories with me of this special, precious week with My Girl and Her Boy - but that is the one which will stay in my
mind more than any of the others.
"Kisses for Faris!"