2007-03-27

Better Than The Usual Medicine

Over the weekend I gave the Youngling a bath and, inevitably, we soon had the situation where her butt slipped and I frantically lunged to get a better grip before her head got a lot wetter than intended. What was her reaction? She laughed.

I'd heard her laugh a few times before, but that was just a bit of a chuckle, a smile with emphasis. This was a genuine peel of delighted laughter. What could I do but laugh back? This made her laugh all the more, and soon enough we were both in hysterical giggles, splashing each other with bath water. It was a tough weekend in some ways, but that bathtime erased all other concerns. The laughter of a 12 week old baby is just magical.

2007-03-20

Small, Cute and Smiling

I guess it's about time to post a couple of pictures. These were taken a month ago, when the Youngling was 7 weeks old...

2007-03-19

English Folk Culture Is Not Dead (it just smells a bit)

Friday night was session night down at the "Abby" and saw me experiencing a few firsts. I actually managed to play both of the first two tunes that were started (and, of course, a load more later too) for the first time ever. To enhance this, I don't know the name of the second of these: I must have known this at some point, but on Friday I just played along and was lefte wondering what the tune was. I count this as a (slightly) positive thing! I even managed to start a set while there were still a good few musicians around. Oh, and not so good, I made myself look a bit of a dick by misreading the others during a reel that is often played slowish and then speeded up: I thought that a couple of the others were "kicking off" so upped my tempo only to be left playing far too quickly for a couple of bars. Oops. It was all laughed off afterwards and I don't think half of the people there even noticed.

On Saturday, thanks to a visit from the M-in-L (and the handy babysitting), <3 and I went off to a local ceilidh, which was a hoot. We've been meaning to go to one of these for ages (and I am constantly being badgered by one of the organisers at the pub sessions), so finally we got there. This was a great, informal and very friendly do at a local village hall with reasonable bar prices (and decent beer!) plus a nice format of two set dances in a row, followed by a break, then a couple more dances. The evening was also broken by a display from a local morris side, which provided a good, extended breath-catching opportunity. I'm a real klutz at this sort of stuff, but over the evening a couple of the regular ladies taught me a few of the less-obvious moves, and I think <3 picked up quite a bit too — I'm ashamed to say she danced more than I did this time. We will definitely be going again, though we'll be off at a wedding at the time of the next one.