Those 21 Days of Silence

That's right, it's been three weeks since this blog was updated. Arianna Huffington would be appalled. Any reaction there would be a compliment.

Two people actually have asked me to explain. It may not be critical mass, but it is an audience. And there is a good reason.

Two, actually.

For a start, Austin is walking. This is both exciting and something that requires careful attention. And then there's Clark Co - the working title for my freelance communications business which now has two clients and several briefs to deliver on. Needless to say there's been no cake baking or Brad Pitt movie marathons.

But there has been a lot going on. One thing you learn when you're at home is that there's a whole world of stuff that only happens if there is someone at home. People coming to check this, people coming to deliver that. Today it's off to the post office to collect a letter, tomorrow it's the car's first service.

How is anyone supposed to watch daytime television?

Despite all this, and the demands of freelancing and watching a toddler, a lot of blogworthy things have happened over the past 21 days. By way of a catch up, these have included:

Football Dramas
Chelsea crashed out of the Champions League in hilarious fashion while Lane Cove West (simply the best) followed up a two-game winning streak with a performance riddled with schoolboy errors. It wasn't noted in the match report, but I played quite well. And, as my mother's been saying since I was nine, it has to get through ten players before it gets to me.

More Fun with Meat
Texas chili, barbequed butterfly cut leg of lamb and Kerrigan rissoles. Alas, not at the same time.

More Bad Customer Service
Six weeks after it was ordered our dining table finally arrived but without the chairs. By the time these turned up (two weeks hence) the table had been returned to fix the poor varnishing. Thank heaven we were given trays for our wedding.

Speaking of which, we also celebrated our third anniversary with a long-awaited return to Cafe Sydney.

Some Parenting Wins
It drove us crazy for a few days but we soon found a solution to his nappy change rock n' roll routine. Give him a Mr Men book and he lies perfectly still. It has to be Mr Men though: he threw the AA Road Atlas of the South Island straight on the floor. He now also responds to requests for him to go back to drinking his bottle. Amazingly, he always knows where it is.

If only I could always say the same for my wine glass.