Feeling groovy
Someone had a much better sleep last night, and is back to his usual shoutypants self this morning. Still a tad raspy, but he had a good old chew on my hair just before, so he's obviously on the up. Mummy's day off today, so Bunky has a date with his playmates this afternoon. Daddy has a date with work. Oh, the injustice.
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I love this last one. He was engrossed with his makeshift cardboard trumpet, and was totally and utterly oblivious to me:
Sick little Bunky
The little fella had a bit of a rough night last night - he's got a teeny cold and combined with the (possible) after effects of his flu jab, his teeny weeny nostrils are a bit clogged up at the moment. As a result, the poor mite didn't sleep too well overnight. He was pretty chipper this morning though, and apparently slept pretty well during the day. I took this one about an hour ago, just before bathtime. It was pretty crappy lighting, but he stayed pretty still for me while I poked the camera in his face (again). Finger in the mouth generally equals "I'm tired now".
Spot the difference
If there are no more updates after today, let it be known that I have been murdered by an angry spouse...
Dim sum, birthdays, quiet time
A hectic weekend for the little man, not helped by us thinking that today's birthday party was yesterday. On Saturday we got as far as about 30m from the birthday boy's driveway before we realised that we were a day early. Ah well, at least George got a swim out of it. This morning started with dim sum with the McBride clan in Wan Chai. The always reliable and extremely child-friendly Renaissance Harbourview:
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Which was followed by a nap and then a visit to little Riley's house for his first birthday celebration, just around the corner from where we live. That's the birthday boy Riley on the left and George's playmate Sam H on the right:
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And finally a little bit of quiet time for Bunky with his Mummy. Clearly, Daddy is quite hilarious:
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It's a short week this week - Thursday is China's Labour Day. We'll just enjoy the long weekend by chilling with the little man (although I'll probably need to head into work on Friday for at least some of the day).
A mixed bag
A strange mix of photos: One of Ben asleep on the couch this morning, one of Bunky wearing his now obligatory blueberry facemask, and one from Kennedy Town (taken from the car):
Bunky's new favourite toy
... is of course the box that his latest mail order haul arrived in. A few photos of him and "Boxy" from this morning:
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And a little bit of sneeza-pollooza during his special time with Boxy:
George, rubber ducky, empty shampoo bottle
Sometimes, it actually goes into his mouth. The operative word being 'sometimes'.
Fake Polaroid, Real George
