Getting used to this sitting up thing

George seems to be adapting rather well to this sitting up malarky, although he does get a bit shirty if things remain out of his reach (don't we all?) Dinner with just-married-last-Saturday Vonce and Hannah tonight (both from NZ but living in London) at the always delicious Bistro Manchu (take THAT Jonathan). Tomorrow is a quiet one (I think), but on Sunday, George gets a brief morning visit from Paddy and Granny B. He is very excited and can't wait to show them how he can sit up, grab things, scream, and - with a little encouragement - throw up on them.

A few photos from this morning. One of George sitting up, one of his housemates lying down:

George's new roommates

When I went to get Bunky up at 7am this morning, his door was ajar - which could only mean one thing: that someone* hadn't close the door properly last night, and two of our housemates** had decided to head into the "forbidden room" and see what was going on. When I pushed the door open a little more, Ben was sitting there looking up at me with his usual indignant  "What?" expression on his face, and Poppy was fast asleep on George's playmat.  Both of them scarpered when I came in, little chickens.

Thankfully, neither of them had thought to jump into Bunky's cot (although I have caught Poppy in there once before), and Bunky was happily snoozing away with Hiphop.

* Mummy

** Of the feline variety

Sunday freakout

Poor little George had his first public meltdown today - Sam and Mary kindly invited us to dim sum at City Hall, and so we jumped in the KKmobile and headed down there just after 1pm.  The first hour or so was ok - George played nicely with Mary... but then tiredness took over, and the little man completely flipped out. He was completely overtired but couldn't get to sleep, and the poor little man had a complete freakout in the restaurant (thankfully it was one of those super large restaurants where a few hundred people were busy feeding their faces.  Sam and Mary were totally understanding about it (esp as we had no cash and needed to leave midway through the meal - so they paid for us), and the other tablemates were also really nice about it. We beat a hasty retreat to the car and then after a bit of lane confusion found ourselves going via the longer (but probably faster) way to Pokfulam - through the Aberdeen tunnel.  We had a few moments of silence in the car, but it wasn't until he was tucked up in his cot that he actually decided that he'd get some sleep and stop screaming. Poor wee kid.

Here are a few photos that obviously weren't taken during said meltdown:

Meanwhile, life goes on for our feline flatmates - here is a moment of slumber from this afternoon. Seriously, I don't know how Poppy sleeps like this:

More touching family photos...

A few from before and after bathtime tonight:

...one from after dinner as Poppycat hung out on the window seat:

...and one of George and Rachel using the computer camera (they emailed it to me at work):

A few random photos from my phone

Of course a little one of the kiddo:

...and one of Ben and Pop having a Sunday afternoon cuddle on the spare bed:

Please note that this is actually how Ben (on the left) sleeps - on his back and legs splayed.  He's so classy.

Sleep in

Whoops. We slept in by half an hour this morning, and when I went in to get George from his bedroom he was lying on his side with his eyes open, happily sucking his finger.  Bless. Had a lovely morning, during which I read him "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" for the first time.  I think he took most of it in (before proceeding to cover the pages in freshly manufactured drool).

Also took a few photos of the furry ones last night (with the borrowed lens I've been experimenting with).  Here's one of Ben.  Clearly he's starving and weak and has been deprived the necessities of life. Or... he had just hoovered up a small dish of tuna and whitebait and was feeling a tad lethargic.

Yawn contest

A few random photos

spacespacesap I took a few photos of little fella this morning while he was half sleeping and half flirting with his mummy - and I got a few of the world's most shy cat trying to look fierce (well, yawning).  I'm too sleepy to touch these up or go all  Anne Geddes on you, so enjoy them in their brutally unedited glory:

Two working days to go...

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Here are a few photos from this morning in the lounge.  Daddy did the nappy change and hung with little man on the window seat in the lounge.  And then Ben arrived to check out his new sibling:

Another morning with Daddy

spacespacespace Quite possibly against her better judgment (which is questionable, given her choice of husband), Rachel left Little One with Daddy for the morning. A more extended babysitting gig than last time, this time so Mummy could hit the hairdresser for the pre-New Zealand touch up (her hair looks lovely, of course).

We ended up at FUEL coffee, meeting my photography junkie friend Angelo - who was about to hop on a flight back to San Francisco. Handy location, as FUEL is about three floors up from the Airport train station.  

Everything went well - Angelo took loads of photos of George (with a camera I would kill for) and even had a cuddle. The little punk (George, not Angelo) had the nerve to give Angelo nothing but smiles and giggles. False advertising, little one...

He snoozed and snoozed a bit more, and then I took him home.  Where he snoozed. And snoozed a bit more.  And at 1pm I had to physically wake him for his lunchtime feed of pureed steak and mashed potatoes.  Ha, just kidding. He got milk.

Despite his voice sounding a tad hoarse (hey - it's not like he has any actual words for us), the new sleeping routine seems to be working well. I still hate watching / hearing him cry, but he really is getting to sleep in a much more predictable way.  It's 11pm as I'm typing this, and he just went down again - four hours since his last feed, and with minimal fuss.  All good.

Anyway, here are a few photos from Chez Narly today. Oh yes - that is indeed baby vomit on my t-shirt. I didn't spot it until Rachel pointed it out after I had taken the photo. Little sod puked all the way down Wellington, down to Picton and possibly down to Kaikoura.

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...and just in case you didn't already know, Ben still has no shame whatsoever: