A strategically placed shampoo bottle for the preservation of modesty

George graduated to the big person's bath yesterday - of late, George's bathtimes have usually ended up with more water on the floor than anywhere else. So we popped his little bath seat in the bath and filled the bath to a height of about 6 or 7 cm.  George was pretty laid back about the new bath approach, and seemed to enjoy having water tipped on him with a little cup - it also made things a bit easier for his mummy, as she didn't need to juggle his torso while cleaning his babyvomit-filled crevices.  We took a few photos of the little monster enjoying his business class bath, and you'll note that his mummy preserved his modesty using a cleverly placed shampoo bottle. Which George naturally wanted to play with.

We also had Team Binnington over for a few hours for brunch and a quick swim yesterday and I snapped off a few photos of Sam and Mark:

 

Note that clicking no longer leads to a big version - I installed a standard bug-fix "upgrade" to the software that runs this website, and the newest version of the website software won't let the lovely big picture viewing plugin work.  Oh the irony.

Finally, Rachel has insisted that I mention that on George's playdate on Friday, a half-Brazilian girl literally tried to get her leg over George (from his mummy's potentially embellished recollection of events, it sounds like she actually tried to roll on top of him).  He's such a stud... 

I am looking in wonder (at my awesome Daddy)

A few random photos

One of the little monster sitting in his bouncy chair and grinning away, and one from yesterday - oblivious to Ben, George reclines in his business class beanbag (which Daddy feels might need to lose a few beans...) As promised, I think I've fixed the pictures - if you click on one, it should enlarge using very pretty animation, and there should be arrows on the photo so that you can scroll to the next one in the post.  Let me know if it pops a fufu valve on you:

Recognising Daddy

Tonight when I got home, George was sitting on his mother's lap as she surfed the internet, and when I walked through the door I got the biggest grin from the little man.  It would appear that he has started to recognise me, which is pretty cool (he spends all day with Rachel, so I think he recognises her already). I mean, he's always been happy playing with me and hanging out with me, but you could tell tonight that he actually knew that I was someone he saw often, and I got a great big grin out of it.  Very sweet.  To celebrate, I took a few Daddy + George photos while Mummy ran the bath:

No other photos of kiddo, but I was experimenting with panoramic photos on my iphone, and took this one a few hours ago from the balcony (click on the photo to see it large):

By complete fluke I've worked out how to make the pictures "clickable" so you can see them with a nice black background - from tomorrow, clicking on photos should reveal nice and big sizes for you to look at.

I know you're trying to hide and take a sneaky photo, but I can actually see you Daddy

Sunday freakout

Poor little George had his first public meltdown today - Sam and Mary kindly invited us to dim sum at City Hall, and so we jumped in the KKmobile and headed down there just after 1pm.  The first hour or so was ok - George played nicely with Mary... but then tiredness took over, and the little man completely flipped out. He was completely overtired but couldn't get to sleep, and the poor little man had a complete freakout in the restaurant (thankfully it was one of those super large restaurants where a few hundred people were busy feeding their faces.  Sam and Mary were totally understanding about it (esp as we had no cash and needed to leave midway through the meal - so they paid for us), and the other tablemates were also really nice about it. We beat a hasty retreat to the car and then after a bit of lane confusion found ourselves going via the longer (but probably faster) way to Pokfulam - through the Aberdeen tunnel.  We had a few moments of silence in the car, but it wasn't until he was tucked up in his cot that he actually decided that he'd get some sleep and stop screaming. Poor wee kid.

Here are a few photos that obviously weren't taken during said meltdown:

Meanwhile, life goes on for our feline flatmates - here is a moment of slumber from this afternoon. Seriously, I don't know how Poppy sleeps like this:

A busy Saturday

One of the hardest things about updating this every day is finding a title.  "A busy Saturday"?  Please.  Luckily for you, I have cute photos to make up for the stupid title. Today little G had his first proper swim. I forgot to take the camera downstairs, but Emily (also from our building) too some photos for us, so I'll hopefully be able to show you some soon.  That said, I have a photo of him all dressed up in his unused togs (complete with swimming nappy underneath), and a neighbour from the other block kindly lent us her daughter's floatation pillow - so George got to sit in this life ring and just observe the happenings around the pool. He was pretty stoic (although admittedly the water was pretty warm) and happily sat there in his ring and enjoyed the sun.  Verrry cute, I must say. 

Other than that, just a few photos of George enjoying a lazy Saturday.  Tonight he heads to Kylie's place for babysitting action while we head to Dublin Jack for Kylie and Alex's going away drinks.   As a special treat, we're taking the car (Rachel won't be drinking).  How exciting.  It's weird that in New Zealand we get excited when neither of us has to drive, and in Hong Kong we get excited that we get to drive...

Post-bath photos

More touching family photos...

A few from before and after bathtime tonight:

...one from after dinner as Poppycat hung out on the window seat:

...and one of George and Rachel using the computer camera (they emailed it to me at work):

Morning playtime with Daddy and photoshop madness

While drinking my coffee, I took a bunch of photos of George playing on the ground this morning (and of his lordship chewing on some delicious injection-molded colourful plastic rings).  Rachel is watching some cooking show based in Tuscany, so I had a bit of time to go a little photoshop crazy (I was just experimenting with a few different photo editing methods). Sorry.  At least you can still see George under the photoshop madness:

I like to call this one "I have a dream...":

And this one is simply called "Munching plastic":