Weekend away and playing the tour guide.

So Granny is off back home soon; it's been a hard week...

I've decided parenthood is like being logistics manager and PA all rolled into one. You're there to ensure everything runs smoothly for the party, all their needs are catered for and the nappies are disposed of in a timely manner.  

This isn't a bad thing. Hell, it's what I signed up for as payment for the wonderful little creature I get to see every day. However, relaxation has been pitched to the curb in the last week due to the steady schedule of infant placation and herding the bigger people around. Before setting off to the Isle of Wight I worked tirelessly to ensure everything ran smoothly, ticking off the boxes to make our outward journey as stress-less as possible:

Sandwiches? Check!

X dressed in good time? Check!

Diet coke for the driver? Check!

Baby chaperone whilst the driver takes her shower? Check!

Baby placator when she's kicking off? Check! As I sat in my uncle's flat staring up at a portrait of my grandparents I wondered how they would deal with inconsolable great-grandchildren. Sometimes you can do with a hand during the night shift, pacing up and down the carpet. Or a pair of earplugs...

Tour guide for the overseas guest when you just want to stare off into the distance? Check!

As I say, you do what you gotta do. However, I hadn't realised the state of elevated readiness I was in till the evening when we ordered dinner. When the first sip of beer passed my lips the adrenaline just seeped away and I melted into my chair. Another thing the single guy should know is: women absolutely love babies. Seriously. Love. Them. When previously I could make my way around unmolested, now I gotta make conversation with the ladies who physically go weak at the knees when they see my brand new baby! "Aaahhh!" They say. 

"Isn't she cute?" They coo.

"What's her name?" They ask.

And on it goes. I've mused creating a card to be handed out to passers-by who show interest. It consists of the following statements:

1. Yes.

2. Isadora.

3. 8 pounds 14 ounces.

4. 5 and half weeks now.

The entrepreneur in me wonders, is there money in this? Could I hire my baby out to friends in need? I would hide close-by whilst they chat the girls up with Isadora as wingman? Or is that wingbaby? 

Business plan being formulated now - all offers considered! ;)

A.