TV, work and dirty shirts. Life with Moo.

There is a phenomonen in the world of infants known as Baby TV, or Sky 623.

This channel has the most amazing, uncanny ability to completely entrance any infant beyond the age of about 6 weeks. Moo adores it ad no matter what she is doing, if 623 goes on the rest of the world could effectively cease to exist.

Notably Eggbirds, but also Bim and Bam and Grandpa's Gallery never cease to thoroughly entertain to the degree that TV is now rationed to the odd 5 minutes here and there!

In other news, Moo is now crawling successfully, and getting onto her knees with the greatest of ease (no rhyme intended). I think she teleports whenever you look away, as she seems to cover amazing distances in nanoseconds. A watched pot may never boil, but an unwatched baby certainly does shift at an amazing rate.

She's still lighter than her peers. Where most of them seem to be weighing in between 21 and 24lb's, Moo is just tipping the scales at about 18lb, but boy, is she long, and stretching daily! She's spending time with a childminder too, which is doing wonders for her socially. At a 1st birthday party on Saturday, amidst 8 kids who she had never met before, with a dog wandering about and loads of adults, she was totally in her element - and I was a very proud dad watching from the sidelines.

The world of work marches on apace, with the latest development being a number of bosses who appear to wish to join the blogging masses, albeit on a secure intranet. This could be a great chance to show that they appreciate what goes on on the shop floor, but alas reading their muses is more akin to watching your mum and dad smooch to a slow song at a school disco. Horrendously uncomfortable and the wrong thing in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I don't want to know about the 2i/c going away for a fortnight in the Seychelles, or wherever it was, because when he was there I was scrapping, filling in forms, standing in the snow or slipping on an icy dual carriageway. Don't get me wrong, I don't begrudge him his holiday, it just holds no meaning for me.

There's more too, not all from the same person, but much of it appearing self indulgent and irrelevent.

I do think it would be nice though, instead of blogging (on company time?), some of the bosses would don some work clothes and get out in the firing line, show some solidarity with the troops and get some perspective. One of the tings I learned at an old job is "be prepared to hear the things you don't want to hear" if you have any ambition of successfully evolving a business. There's no point in having bosses who think every building in the firm smells of new paint.

Rant over, and back to Moo. She's asleep just now, having bitten my nose, tried to pull my teeth out and wiped her hands over (another) clean top. She's just wicked!!