The wheels on the bus go round and round...

Took Alice on her first bus ride into the city this week. She enjoyed the bus so much that she slept all the way there and all the way back. She managed to be very sociable during lunch with Auntie Katy and as a fellow diner remarked upon seeing her smile, "You've got to be happy with that". Not sure about him referring to Alice as a "that" or indeed very happy that he thought she was a boy. However, the latter is probably my fault - she wasn't really suitably attired for a girl about town amongst the sartorial elegance of weekday Sydney. I thought that her trackie pants and hoodie looked cute, but they were blue.

Other news this week - she's gone back to sleeping until 7.30am after a nasty few mornings of 6am and we have taken to exhausting her in the evenings with games of rolling, flying, dancing and sitting up. Gymberoo today was fun - we learned actions to "the wheels on the bus" (which incidentally go "all the way to town" in Australia, as opposed to the UK, where they just go "all day long" with no mention of reaching a destination - surely a sorry indictment of the congestion in England's green and pleasant land, if ever there was one) and Alice very much enjoyed the swing. I'll smuggle in a camera next week. Neither Alice nor her chum Marley made it right to the end of the class - they both got a bit "nattle" (as her Dad would say) and had to be rescued from under the parachute. But the best bit...you haven't laughed until you have seen 15 babies be walked around in a circle to the Oompa-loompa song.

Must go - hitting the town tonight which means making sure that Stu has nothing more to do than to put her to bed and find a surprise pasty supper awaiting him. They won't quite compare to my meal at Balzac, but I think he'll be pleased.