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Just a quick post - the computer is in the same room as Bunky's cot, so I'm just uploading a few photos before his majesty takes over the room for his morning snooze... These are of little G enjoying some time in the swimming pool given to him by Aunty Jane and Uncle Eliot, and a few from yesterday when Aunty Momo spent the afternoon with him:
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Off to work shortly, but flying out tonight - I leave you with this photo of Bunky (taken about 20 minutes ago): .
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If anyone is looking for backup dancers for a baby Flashdance re-enactment, then George is your man. Check out this morning's outfit (it wasn't me): .
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And this is what happens when I'm too slow with the camera:
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Despite Uncle Sam's assertions to the contrary, it is rather cold here (maybe our blood has thinned over the years). With the cold comes an extreme drop in humidity, and with the drop in humidity, the hair of certain household members becomes a little... "floppy": .
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Ok, so the middle one wasn't so floppy, but I threw that in there to show you how he can make plastic objects levitate. He's clever like that.
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It got a bit cold today - there's a cold snap that will apparently last until early next week. Just how cold was it? You should have asked Poppycat this morning: .
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And on a completely different subject (one that annoys Rachel), I discovered an application for my phone that does something absolutely unique and awesome to photos. It adds cats.
Seriously, I can't count the number of times I've looked at a photo and thought to myself "That photo really needs a cat". Now, thanks to the folks at CatPaint, I can add cats to any photo on my phone. Seriously, it's the best cat-based photo editing program I've ever seen. Some examples of my work this evening:
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I know what you're thinking: "Awesome."
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Not particularly well, but he does wave. It's a bit random - sometimes he copies whoever is holding him, sometimes he waves in corridors, and when we got home this evening he waved rather energetically at May. This morning I shot this incredibly short and shaky video (I was waving too):
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Aunty Ros popped in for a quick visit this afternoon (en route to NZ from London), and after an initial bout of shyness from the Bunky, he warmed up considerably and even let her read his favourite Schnitzel Von Krumm story to him... .
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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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Saturday was a funny day - we went to gorgeous little Ava's first birthday party in Kennedy Town, where Bunky proceeded to burst into tears every 15-20 seconds. Someone nudged him - tears and wailing. Dropped a toy - tears and wailing. Someone looked at him in a funny way - tears and wailing. It was most uncharacteristic of the little munchkin, and we can only really put it down to it being a little bit loud for him. Or he's a bit of a wuss. Probably too early to definitively tell on that front. Anyway, a few photos of the beautiful little birthday girl (oh - that's George's curly hair on the left in the first photo...the only photo of him not crying):
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In the evening we went to Sam and Mary's for pre-Christmas drinks. Had a lovely time and a great meal - and Sam and Mary had even organised a secret santa for everyone as well. They're about to take Christmas Holidays closely followed by a short sabbatical holiday, so we won't see them again until around April next year. We met some lovely people, including a Canadian vet whose cousin I worked with in Canada in 1997. It's a small, small world...
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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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This one from Central - I took it looking down the road where the wet markets begin: .
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A friend of Shay (in Emma's baby group) was looking for someone to take a few photos of her children, so after a few back and forth emails, we met at Cyberport on Saturday afternoon to see if we could get a few photos done. After the boys had a quick rock-throwing session in the Cyberport fake-creek, we ended up having a great time and getting some lovely photos out of the session (they even managed to sit still long enough for me to get a few photos of them with their little sister, who at the tender age of 9 months old obviously couldn't keep up with her big brothers):
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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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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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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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