Last week was overtaken by Gertie's school play. It was a production of The Supersonic Lamb. For anyone unfamiliar with this nativity variation, it is a moral tale: the story of a fast-running sheep who wanted to be the first to get to Jesus.
Anyway, only the Year 2 children got to have speaking parts, so Gertie was out of the running, (so to speak) but she performed her role in the choir with gusto, dressed as a shepherd.
There was an impressive array of tea-towels on display, on heads. Who knew there was such variety?
But the real star of the show was Eddie, who chose the final performance of The Supersonic Lamb as the occasion on which to unleash his clapping on the world. Now Eddie has been a little...reluctant to do most of the things that babies his age are supposed to do, so the fact that he suddenly began applauding with great enthusiasm after each song in the show turned him into the start. Never mind that parents were straining to hear what their loved ones were saying for their 15 seconds of fame, my baby was clapping!
He has also in the last fortnight begun to 'stand' (whilst gripping on to something shoulder-height for dear life). But it is standing, nevertheless, and of his own volition. Crawling is still more reminiscent of a wounded soldier dragging himself through mud, but....come on those supersonic limbs! We'll soon have you outrunning that supersonic lamb...
Lady Visa returns to Austria for Christmas on Wednesday. Not entirely sure how we will cope.