George finds Aunty Jane's peek-a-boo skills quite outstanding:
Playtime photos (taken on Saturday)
As I type this, George is getting reacquainted with his Aunty Jane (who arrived late last night). No photos from this morning, but here are a few from yesterday:
The weekend has begun
It's miserable outside (so much for telling Jane to bring summer clothes), and we're off to get the car registration done in Tin Hau, and will probably get a teeny amount of shopping done on the way back. Bunky woke at around 5ish this morning (evil little critter...) but after a quick feed he conked himself out again until around 7.15am when I went to wake him up. He's now back asleep and was in a lovely mood this morning. He spent much of it in bed with his mummy and daddy, alternating between playing with his BlaBla doll and playing with his toes. A few photos of him below - I had to open the blinds a bit to let some light in, but it was pretty harsh and flat light, meaning that the photos turned out a little glarey (is glarey a word?):
Wide Angle G E O R G E
I'm taking some photos of a friend's coffee shop this weekend, and I borrowed a wide angle lens from my neighbour at work. It's rather cool - I'll get a slightly cheaper one someday (his one is a professional grade one - overkill for me), but it's fun to play with. Took a few photos of George with it tonight during nudey rudey time. Here's one of them:
Aunty Jane arrives tomorrow night. My dastardly plan for "Operation Sunday with Aunty Jane" has already failed miserably - George took his weekly constitutional a few days early, and his mummy informs me that he unleashed his weapon of mass destruction this afternoon in his cot. I understand that a fairly decent amount of laundry was required shortly afterwards. Oh well - she's here for a week, so with a bit of luck the WMD will blow again before she flies out...
Flashback: 1 day old George
Another from yesterday
Photos from our public holiday
This was taken on the couch while George and I spent some time together as mummy went to the supermarket.
And this was taken last night. Rachel is always telling me to "be careful" or "be more careful", so it was particularly satisfying to be able to take this photo of how she carefully left her glass of red wine... *cough*
Bathtime - featuring small purple modesty flannel
Public holiday today, so we might shoot out to Stanley for a spot of early lunch - we were going to head out to Tin Hau out the car registration, but seeing as there are up to seven different July 1 protests (and seven different road closures), we'll save that for the weekend. George got up just before 7am and hung with us in bed for a while before heading to his mat in the lounge for a bit of play and tummytime. And now he's asleep again - what a tough life...
This photo is from bathtime the other night. He's actually pretty relaxed about bathtime, and this photo doesn't do his lordship any justice in that regard. But he looked rather cute, so I touched it up and uploaded it.
Curious George
One last photo for the weekend
Gosh it has been a busy weekend for photos, hasn't it? Rachel doesn't like the little border on the left. I just wanted to see what it looked like. Rachel thinks it's too close to the colour of his poo. I quite like it actually (the colour border, not George's poo).
Tah daaaaaaaaaa!
A video for Aunty Margot
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More weekend photos
Bunky had a play around in his jolly jumper for a bit yesterday. He's figured out that a bit of kicking allows him to do some swift rotating, giving him a very handy 360 degree view of the surroundings. Check out the action shot:
Sorry it's so grainy - it was a bit dark in the corridor, so I had to try and touch the photo up a bit.
Also from yesterday, this shot from "nudey rudey" time (as it's called) in the lounge yesterday. I have a few more shots of him sans clothing, most of which I intend to save for his 21st birthday...
Day 2 of Operation Solids went well, with Bunky knocking back another two or three teaspoons of gross crappy gloop baby rice mixed with milk. He still feigns surprise when the spoon goes into his mouth - which is a bit rich really, given that usually he'll happily shove anything at all into his mouth.
Solids at last
Well, ok - not so much "solids" as "mushy rice-like gloop". He looked pretty confused, but a few mouthfuls actually made it past the bib and into his stomach:
Note the finger pointing in that last shot - he's laying down the law with his mummy...
It was a busy photo day
A few more for Aunty Momo's birthday:
And one from Tummy Time - it started ok, but then George put his head down for a little rest:
Happy Birthday Aunty Momo!
Some special photos for Aunty Momo, taken about 10 minutes ago:
Aunty Momo - we'll try and call you today, but getting hold of you will be largely contingent on whether the hotel staff understand us!
The many faces of George
From this morning:
Also, George wanted to say Happy Birthday Grandpa Paddy as well as hello and hugs to Aunty Momo and Uncle Eugie who are galavanting around Europe at the moment...
Trying to hold my own bottle
Quite cute really - when I let go or take the bottle away from him mid-feed, his arms shoot up and grab it. He still hasn't quite figured out gravity (fair enough - he's only 5 months old), but he knows that when Daddy lets go, it's no milk for George unless he can get his arms under the bottle. Clever little monkey.
Daddy "Sonday"
Mummy went out to check out some shops and get a pedicure (oh the tough life of an expat), and so Daddy and kiddo had some time together. It was of course just my luck that his weekly poo occurred in the 4 hour window when I was taking care of him - and anyone who says that baby poo doesn't smell is a lying bastard. I got a few photos of the munchkin - this one from bouncy chair time (I am clearly very amusing):
Later in the afternoon, Rachel made me do nudey rudey time with George (I was fully clothed - he was in the buff). He's almost rolling over now - he lies on his back, twists his torso... and then *just* misses out on rolling over thanks to his left arm. Sooooo close. His tummy time isn't as crash hot - today he hoisted himself up with his arms for a few minutes, then put his head down on the ground and let out a heavy sigh. And stopped trying to get up again... bless.
Nosey
A familiar sight these days - George lying on his back but arching his back and trying desperately get a better view of the room. He's become quite the nosey little sausage. I wonder where he gets that from.
