George's first word

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Much to his mother's disappointment, George knocked out his first word this morning.  Never mind that he didn't know what it meant (heck - I do that all of the time), he repeated it back to me, and when I made a different noise, then said "dada" again, he repeated the other noise back to me, and then followed it up with "dada" (much to Rachel's disgust).

The conversation went a bit like this:

Daddy: "Dada?"

Bunky: "Dada."

Daddy: "Hssssssch!"

Bunky: "Hssssssch!"

Daddy: "Dada?"

Bunky: "Dada."

Daddy: "Hahaaaa! First word! Dada!"

Rachel: (Picking up Bunky and walking away) "Rubbish.  George, say Mama?"

Bunky: "Dada!"

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Today is a good day...

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Photo taken on Rachel's phone (Wednesday)

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Random photos from Chez Bunky this morning

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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Random morning photo

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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Oh no, I dropped my toast. I'll just try and get it and... HEY, A PIECE OF PLASTIC, AWESOME!

Someone has a rather short attention span at breakfast: .

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The Dolphin Boy

Listen to this. I think he's trying to communicate with dolphins: .

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Backseat Bunky

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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Tears, coffee

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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Toast: Just shovel it in

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Let me slip into something more comfortable... (photos from Karin)

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 random phone photos and a pre-breakfast window stare

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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