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This afternoon we headed up to Tai Tam Reservoir for a short walk - partly to get Bunky out and about, and partly to test drive one of those baby backpacks that someone had kindly given us. We discovered two things on our walk. Firstly (apparently not a real word, but I'm using it anyway), it appears to be rather comfortable in the backpack:
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Secondly (also not a real word but I'm using it anyway) and probably more importantly... Bunky seems to have taken a shining to ice cream:
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This morning we took the Bunky down to Cyberport to eat grass play in the sun. No need to really say anything else - the photos speak for themselves. Kiddo had a lovely time (except when his chin met the concrete step during his ascent of said step...) .
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Ok, so there seems to be a common theme.
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He's not fooling anyone. .
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A few photos that Rachel sent me from her phone during her day with Bunky. Scribbles on the photos are obviously mine: .
Lunch at Chez Bunky
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Helpfully rearranging things in the lounge
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A few from this afternoon down at Cyberport - towards the end of the afternoon the lawns looked a little less green. Mainly because Bunky ate most of the grass. .
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May and Bunky came to play on the grass outside my work yesterday, so I got to spend 10 minutes hanging out with him on the grass in the sun on a Friday afternoon - just lovely. I took a few photos on my phone. Aren't his cheeks looking... "healthy"? .
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A few photos from the morning routine of the Bunkmeister. Firstly, his mummy decided that his eating was getting a little bit... how do we say... "animated", and his clothes were coming off pretty badly after mealtimes (especially mealtimes involving sauces). An afternoon trip to Ikea yielded a number of new mass-produced and flatpacked Swedish goods, one of which was some sort of overcoat which was bound to make Bunky look like either an air traffic controller or a construction worker. The aim of the bright green jacket was of course to protect his blessed-by-Nepalese-monks-pure-merino clothing underneath. I guess it worked, but someone was less than impressed with its first outing: .
Ok, looking a bit too much like a Grandpa Paddy cycling jacket, but so far so good...
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...and not enjoying it as much.
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And here are a few random ones from crawling time - he's just discovered the gate between the lounge and the kitchen (we have an open pantry in there, so to minimise the risk of him ending up under a pile of tinned tomatoes and blending appliances, he's not allowed in the kichen. Like his Daddy.)
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Note the puppy dog eyes on the bottom right. It didn't work (it was a close one though)
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And I leave you with one of Osama Ben-Jamin. Discovered this week that despite him treating May like his mortal enemy, whenever George cries, Ben comes running and miaowing. It's quite sweet (but he's still a little brat).
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Just a little one of Bunky crawling about by the coffee table this morning. His margin of error (from the top of his head to the underside of the coffee table) is about 0.003mm, which led to a few scary moments. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to understand "BE CAREFUL!", so he 'll no doubt learn the hard way in the near future... (I'll take photos, don't worry) .
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Someone has a rather short attention span at breakfast: .
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Listen to this. I think he's trying to communicate with dolphins: .
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I took a load of photos today - we went out for a walk with the Binningtons. We did the Deepwater Bay to Repulse Day walk again. It was lovely and warm, but not too hot - and we finished it off with yet another great meal at Coco Thai. I haven't pulled any photos off the camera yet, but I'll see what I've got on there later in the week. In the meantime, you get a few of the little man sitting in his throne in the backseat. These were taken at some traffic lights before Aberdeen, about 5 minutes drive from our house (I took them on my phone, so the quality isn't crash hot). .
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A good day of play and shopping for the little Bunkster, although during his lunchtime nap, his butt trumpet ejected some of the most evil sludge I have ever seen. Gross, little dude, gross. Shot into town to pick up some bits and pieces, got our car washed at the underground carpark (pretty clever service offered there - and it seemed that they had no shortage of takers either), and then stopped at Fuel (the HK branch of the Wellington cafe) to say hi to Sanjay and have a rather magnificent coffee. Note they're already doing rather well - check this out.
Right - a few photos from the day:
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Some random dude at Fuel this afternoon
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A few more of Fuel (I took these for Sanjay a while ago - but I don't think I've uploaded them here before)
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The photograph that will be accompanying my "Father of the Year" entry form
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A few photos from George's Wednesday playdate - these photos were taken by Karin (Sophia's mum). George decided that trousers were sooooo uncool, so he slipped out of them mid-playdate. Sneaky little beggar: .
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A few completely random photos from my phone: .
I took this in near darkness - it's Ben and Poppy on the back of our couch. Surely this can't be comfortable for poor little squashed Pop?
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I couldn't resist - this is from one of the toilets of the Cathay Pacific plane we flew on over the weekend. Is "choke" really the word they were looking for?
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This is from this morning - it looks posed, but I promise it wasn't. I just wanted Rachel to hold still, and for some reason they both ended up looking out the window. It doesn't take much to get George's attention (birds, ships, pieces of toast and random dust particles are all rather exciting to him), but I'm not entirely sure what Rachel was looking at...
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Not exactly sure what his face in the first one was for. In the second he was deep in concentration, wondering whether he could actually get the little yellow tag on his trousers into his mouth (answer = yes). .
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On Sunday night we got back from a fantastic long weekend in Singapore - Bunky was pretty good on the flight over (although we had a few tense moments due to a delay in feeding him), but he was pretty sweet for the rest of the flight. Ditto on the way back - a bit scratchy to start with, but after dinner and a nice long nap (during which his Mummy watched a few trashy episodes of "Gossip Girl"), he was in great form at the end of the flight and during the landing. Bedtime was seriously late thanks to some slow baggage handling (he didn't get to bed until around 10pm) but that of course didn't stop his lordship from his usual wakeup shenanigans at 6:45am (a deep and meaningful discussion of world politics with his bedmate Flat Ted). I took a pile of photos and have posted few below - I would have liked to have taken a bit more time sorting and editing them, but I have already started receiving not-so-subtle messages regarding the absence of photos of George over the last four days.
The photos probably require no explanation - they are mostly of Paddy, Bella or George. I also took a few at the outdoor market where Kirstie occasionally sells clothes. We went there on Saturday morning, and naturally Rachel couldn't leave without buying his majesty a few little bits and pieces (including what she now calls his "Yoga Pants").
Thanks to the Challis clan for being such fantastic hosts, yet again.
Oh - and before I go... Happy Birthday to Uncle Sam in London! Hope you have a great birthday and we trust that Aunty Katy will spoil you rotten.
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A few quick photos of the little man, who had a tough day yesterday (a slightly elevated temperature combined with a massive sense of humour failure...) .
Posing on the window seat. Daddy's mental note - taking a photo of George in white pyjamas sitting on a white cushion with a white backdrop is a pretty stupid idea
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On the phone to Granny B for her morning birthday telephone call
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Might not be much going on here over the next few days, as we're off to Singapore for a long weekend (flying out tomorrow morning). Hopefully George is ok on the four hour day flight, but I guess we have the overhead lockers as a fallback position.
Just kidding. Sort of.
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It's a bit colder out here in Hong Kong (or perhaps our blood has just thinned over the last five years), and it's time for the winter woollies to come out. Unfortunately, George got caught a little short on the sock front - plenty of shoes, but no socks for kicking about the house with (unless he can squeeze into his "up to one month old" socks). As a result, he had a curious pair of Eskimo-like laced socks this morning - while showing them off, he managed to do a Humpty Dumpty impersonation:
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HIs greatest discovery of the morning was that if the laces were untied, he could lean forward and eat them. He's so smart. Anyway, here's another from this morning - check it out, FOUR teeth. He's like a little can opener with an afro:
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