Modelling my jacket knitted by Granny B
Daddy in charge
Little man was left in the sole care of his Daddy today, while his Mummy shot out and did beautiful girly things to her toenails. Things went smoothly, with the highlight being a duet (starring Daddy and George) of "London Bridge is Falling Down", with the words all change to "Joooooo". George pitched in with the occasional "Jooooo", of course. I guess you had to be there. Fourteen days until New Zealand. Can't wait - have booked domestic flights now; will be in Wellington from 2 April the following Thursday (which is the 7th I think) - in Auckland all other times, including Easter.
A few quick photos of the munchkin today - first was during an iChat (which he rather uncharacteristically slept through) and the second is during a post-bath freakout.
A day of firsts
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That's right - a fist bump from little George for a couple of awesome achievements today.
Firstly - he threw back his first full feed from a bottle. Took him a few seconds to figure out what to do with the teat, but once he worked it out, he chugged it like a baby possessed. Well, at least until there was a quarter of the feed left to go, at which point he promptly fell asleep. Not to worry - a few jiggles and prods, and he woke up and downed the rest of it. His mummy is shooting out for a few hours tomorrow, and daddy is going to be taking care of the little fella in her absence. Emergency services have been added to my speed dial numbers.
Second - he laughed. Not just giggled, not just smiled - but he laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
It happened in the bath - we were almost done, and I was putting a little bit of soap in his neck folds where his milky vomit usually hides during the day. I rubbed his neck with my finger, and he started laughing. So I did it some more and he just chortled, and kept laughing. The more I rubbed it, the more he laughed - his face was hilarious, and he was literally going "heh! haaaaa! haaaaaaaaaa!" It was utterly adorable. Can't wait for it to become a regular occurence...
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Tonight we have video chats with Aunty Anna, Uncle Kieran and future-girlfriend Bella, and then we saw Aunty Katy and Uncle Sam. George was ever the performing monkey and was good enough to give Katy and Sam a lovely big smile before totally flipping out due to overtiredness.
And finally, Happy Birthday to ANG! Hope you had an awesome day - here are some family portraits for you (in the middle one we are in fact mocking George's habit of raising his fist for no reason at all):
Special guest photographer, Mummy
With special guest shoulder, Daddy. And special guest Grumpyface, George:
My first date
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Hi everyone.
Today I had my first playdate. With a girl.
I slept through it all. Oops.
Love, George
Aaaaaah.... aaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaah.... CHOOOOOO!
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My timing was hardly perfect - but here is the little man mid-sneeze.
A good day from all accounts. As well as being rather angelic during his trip to Central (let's ignore the minor flipout at the baby shop), he also had his first go at taking milk from a bottle. We had read that it sometimes takes months for a baby to figure out how to drink from a bottle and teat. It took George all of about 10 seconds. From what his Mummy said, he took to the bottle like a student to a yardglass at his own 21st. The little monster guzzled down his half bottle of milk and then consulted his mummy for more. Touch wood that this wasn't just a one off, but it's good to know that he will drink from one if he needs to.
Apart from that, nothing to report. The little man accompanied his mummy today to pick me up from work. Bathtime was uneventful, and after daddy managed to make a bit of a hash of putting his onesie on, he finally got given his dinner. As I type this, I can hear the dulcet tones of his mother ("Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.") soothing him to sleep. He had a brilliant night of sleep last night (save for the nuclear bomb in the pants incident at 3:30am, leading to much screaming and wailing as his nappy was changed), and fingers crossed that the clever little bloke does it again tonight.
He's grown. He hasn't. He's grown. He hasn't. Bah - who knows.
Discrepancies between the midwife's measurements and the doctor's measurements mean that we don't really know how long he is at the moment. Somewhere between 52 and 57cm is an accurate guess. Both claim the other is wrong. Strange. One thing that can't be denied is that our little monster is now 4.2kg (about 1.3kg heavier than he was 6 weeks ago). Oh yeah baby, a quarter of a kilo in the last week. That's my boy!
A few photos from the windowseat in the lounge from this morning:
When Daddy's late home, the only photo you get is from bathtime
...which isn't so bad, as he is ludicrously cute in the bath these days (as compared to a month ago, when bathtime appeared to be about as pleasurable as being held upside down headfirst in a flushing toilet). He actually quite likes his bathtime these days, and usually sits there and tolerates it without much more than a random little "cooo". He doesn't smile in there, but if he's not crying, then I'm going to chalk another one up in the "success" column. Yesterday he hung out with his newest girlfriend, Evie (she of Amanda and Alex). We had a fantastic lunch over there, and then I took a few photos of Evie while she played games ranging from good old fashioned Hide & Seek to "Make Baby George bounce in the bouncy chair". George seemed pretty chuffed with the attention, and threw out a few smiles (he's into older women, it would seem). Looks like Bella Hayes has some Hong Kong competition.
I am once again a bit knackered, so will leave things there. I got a few photos of G-monster in the bath. These are the sorts of photos I think I'll save for his 21st.
Speaking of birthdays - 6 weeks today, and we still haven't broken him :-)
Daddy's too tired to write anything...
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