Auntie Kaiorli to the rescue!

Today my amazing maternal instincts were called upon as our sales director, Glen (who we aptly nicknamed 'Captain Sarcasm'), needed to go into a meeting. This proved problematic as he had his little 10-month-old cherub, Haydn, with him. So he called me down to Mark's office, handed me a bag, a bottle, some juice, a nappy, a packet of Quavers and a baby, and said, "dont worry i wont be long". I looked at the baby. The baby looked back at me and drooled slightly. Then he started to giggle. Phew! It was touch and go there for a minute, he looked like he was close to crying! We had a fairly entertaining morning. I heated his bottle and fed him, which he promptly threw at me when he had finished, gave him some Quavers and his juice (which he tipped down his front and managed to get mashed Quaver in his hair...ugh), then we had a wander round the office to speak to all the funny people. When he got bored of that, we played aeroplanes and tickle and played with a juggling ball (which is now shredded to bits as Haydn kept putting it in his mouth before he threw it). He was just starting to settle down when Glen reappeared (two hours later!!! Wont be long my backside) and took him off me, to which Haydn reacted with great disdain and promptly started to bawl his little eyes out! Bless, he was sooo cute with the little toes and his little hands and the sweet little smile (Naidel, if you're reading this, don't panic, i will not be insisting you impregnate me when you get home)! It was great, i am just extreemly knackered now (and missing a chunk of hair where he tried to pull my earing out and missed). You know, one day im going to be the best mum ever. Until then, i'll stick to being just little old me (i'm sure Naidel will breathe a sigh of relief at that XD ).