This is the look of a kid who has spent the last 15 minutes farting and pooping and doing trumpet and trombone impersonations with his butt
A little bit of cute with your cornflakes?
Little George had a pretty good night last night - a four hour sleep stint from 7:30pm to 11:30pm and then another 4 hour stint from midnight to 4am. Sleep from 6ish was sporadic, but as I type this the little fella is snoozing away in his room. Have to run and get the dishes done before I head to work, but here is a little bit of cuteness that I caught this morning. I have a B&W version of the colour one, but I figure I do enough B&W so you get the colour version (B&W is easier to process when photos are taken in low light, which is why they're usually B&W)
Not a lot to say...
... since the little fella went to bed about an hour after I got home tonight. He's still asleep and I think we might have to wake him and feed him again. I'll leave that call to Rachel. I did manage to take a few photos of him today - the first was taken as I left to go to work and he was sleeping (took it on my phone, sorry), and the second is one I took of Rachel and the little one as he slept when I got home from work. He looked so damn cute in his little stripes...
It was almost an uneventful day until...
...George erupted a torrent of brown sludge on Mummy's hand about half an hour ago :) The best thing was that I had offered to change him tonight and Rachel said not to worry, that she'd do it. About 5 minutes later I heard her yelling for me, and went into George's room to see (and hear) his little bottom in full swing. There was crap flying out of him (all over Rachel's hand) and his little butt trumpet was playing quite a violent symphony. That's my boy. A few photos from tonight and one in colour to show off one of the onesies that Aunty Katy and Uncle Sam sent him.
Flying solo again | George's little "oooooh!" face
Grandma B has now left us and we're flying solo again. Hopefully it's just a coincidence that George had his worst night of sleep since the day before Grandma B arrived in Hong Kong, but we'll see... Could Grandma B's presence next door to George be the secret behind long nights of sleep? Another lazy Sunday - after the trip out to Stanley yesterday, George stayed at home today. He had a lovely visit from little Evie, and her parentals Alex and Amanda, who spoiled little G-monster with a most excellent activity bee (which he was staring at and playing with dribbling on a few minutes ago) and a cute little farmer teething ring which we hopefully won't need to use for quite a while...
Sadly, nothing else worth reporting from out here in the Far East, other than the Australian commentators that I'm currently listening to (NZ v Aus cricket) are still as annoying and one-sided as can ever. Sooo painful to listen to, but I have no other option, as I scrapped my subscription to the "live cricket channel" when they decided that "live" was coverage from 1993.
Photos - nothing too exciting, although George is gradually perfecting his "Ooooooh!" face, and I have to admit that I had to bribe Poppy with cat treats to make him stand right in the middle of the sunset scene:
Saturday at Stanley
Spent midmorning and lunch out at Stanley on the South of the island to do a bit of shopping and have a final lunch with Grandma Barbara. Little guy was extremely well behaved, although we timed the trip home about 10 minutes too late - and the hunger crying kicked in just as we were hitting rather slow moving roadworks traffic. Not to worry, we all survived and George got more than his fill of lunch when we made it back to the apartment. We've just had bathtime (which was surprisingly peaceful) and now we're sitting down with the little man and teaching him about Grey's Anatomy. Oh what an education he's got in store for him.
Of course, a few photos from this morning:
Friday I'm in love
spacespacespace Or something like that (I'm running out of interesting titles for each day).
George had a good day, and survived a day of shopping with Mummy and Grandma - he was apparently a little angel (of course... he is my son). Nothing else really happened today, although we're having a delicious roast leg of lamb tonight (with all of the trimmings - omnomnom).
The only other thing worth mentioning about today is... that it's Jacq's birthday! Happy Birthday Jacq! (If you don't know Jacq, check out the link with her name on it on the left side of the page). Anyway. here are some photos of George just for Jacq - I was going to pop him in an All Blacks jersey, but he has somewhat selfishly gone to bed. Tomorrow perhaps...
Bathtime - tantamount to child torture, it would seem
Bathtime appears to suck in the eyes of little George. Any peace and tranquility that may have been present pre-bath is abruptly ended and once dunked into the tub-o-death, the screaming begins. Stage 1 is the yelling - which is usually the first dunk, the tummy wash and the start of Daddy washing his hair.
Stage 2 is the bottom chin quivering while the yelling continues, and you really know that he wants to harm you by then. This is usually the end of the tummy clean and the flip over for the back clean.
Stage 3 (the final phase) is when the chin quivering magnifies and the little high pitched squeaks of resignation start. Unfortunately for poor George, this is also the Stage that Rachel and I find most hilarious, and his squeaks and grunts are highly amusing to us. Not so much to him.
Stage 4 is the good bit - he loves getting placed in his little towel and wrapped up. The Earth returns to normal at this stage and life on Planet George is once again bearable. He also looks ridiculously cute wrapped up in his towel. The photos I got today were a bit crappy, but I'll post them anyway. Two of bathtime with Mummy (featuring guest hair washer, Grandma) and one of him just chilling out on Rachel's lap after "dinner". I may have cropped the bathtime ones to hide the fact that he gets bathed directly over the toilet (so we can pull the plug in the bath out and the water drains away down the loo - handy!)
The Daily George
spacespacespace A short one today, I'm going to be late for work...
I just had a lovely cuddle with the little fella while his mummy had a shower. He has this hilarious little face he makes when you take him down the dark corridor - a face you'd expect from someone telling a scary story. Cuuuuuuuute...
A quiet day planned - Rachel is coming to work to get some Citizenship papers witnessed, and then I think it'll be a lazy afternoon at home for them.
