Back to work

Honestly, the older George gets, the more delightful he is during waking hours... and the faster the weekends go.  We had a great long weekend, topped off with a lovely lunch with Emma, Mark and Sam B, who came over to Chez Narly for a long lunch. I got to smack the BBQ up again, and we had some delicious lamb chops which clever old Rachel prepared. This photo of George was taken this morning (I think). Now that his sleep routine has settled, he gets up at 7am in the mornings.  While Rachel feeds him, I have a quick shower, and then I get about 45 minutes with him before he goes back to sleep at 8am. I can then get ready for work and take off while he's asleep.  I love that bit of time with him in the mornings, and he's usually in a fantastic little mood after a nice long 8 1/2 hour snooze*.  This morning we read "A Lion in the Meadow" by Margaret Mahy together.  If I'm being honest, I don't think George was really into it - but he did sit there quietly on my lap and look at the pages as I turned them.

As for the second photo - Rachel took that tonight.  I don't usually like photos of myself, and this is certainly no exception - but I think George looks really sweet here, and so for once I'll post a photo of my face without a camera obscuring it.

It's actually quite a useful photo for seeing just how pale our little Gmonster is. He got his colour from his mummy, obviously.

The hair is mine though. Of that we can be sure.

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* George's mummy is insisting that George got 12 hours of sleep rather than 8 1/2 hours of sleep.   She's partially correct - George did go to sleep at 7pm, but in fairness, he was woken up for a 10:30pm feed. Without that feed, he would probably be up at 4ish for another one.  And George's mummy would be all grumpy due to a lack of sleep.

Labour Day

Aaaah, a three day weekend.  George has already been up and is now back asleep - not a peep last night, and when I went in to wake him this morning, he was happily sucking on his finger and rolling around in his little sleep sack. I don't think we have much planned today, but given that Saturday and Sunday are forecast to be "hazy" (read: "Smoggy and Polluted"), it might be nice to go out to town for a few hours later on if the little fella gets a good sleep this morning.

Here are a few photos from the morning. Nothing too exciting - just a few of him hamming it up for the camera in his "gym", and one of his mummy reading him a story (Hairy Maclary from Donaldsons' Dairy). 

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George of the Jungle (Gym)

After another pretty good night of sleep, the little man decided to hit the gym this morning, and then posed for a photo with his Daddy: dsc_2056_2

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Holiday tomorrow - it's officially Labour Day, which means Daddy gets to hang with the monster tomorrow.  And also with George.

A good night's sleep

George had a pretty good night's sleep last night - went from 6:45ish to his 10:30 topup, then until 5:15am.  He grizzled for a little bit, and then after about 10 minutes of "George talk" (to himself), he went back to sleep until 7am when I woke him.  All very civilised. In the way of photos, I got one of him supervising Rachel as she made the coffee and one of him doing his "coy but cute" look, which he seems to have perfected at the ripe old age of not-quite-14-weeks

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Does my butt look big in this?

It sure does, little fella.  One downside of George's cloth nappies is that they are absolutely massive compared to the size of his relatively puny torso.  Which means that tummy time often turns into a bit of a farce, and he rolls around like someone dressed in either a novelty sumo costume or a fully inflated Swiss Ball.  I mean, seriously - look at him: dsc_1639