Quite cute really - when I let go or take the bottle away from him mid-feed, his arms shoot up and grab it. He still hasn't quite figured out gravity (fair enough - he's only 5 months old), but he knows that when Daddy lets go, it's no milk for George unless he can get his arms under the bottle. Clever little monkey.
Daddy "Sonday"
Mummy went out to check out some shops and get a pedicure (oh the tough life of an expat), and so Daddy and kiddo had some time together. It was of course just my luck that his weekly poo occurred in the 4 hour window when I was taking care of him - and anyone who says that baby poo doesn't smell is a lying bastard. I got a few photos of the munchkin - this one from bouncy chair time (I am clearly very amusing):
Later in the afternoon, Rachel made me do nudey rudey time with George (I was fully clothed - he was in the buff). He's almost rolling over now - he lies on his back, twists his torso... and then *just* misses out on rolling over thanks to his left arm. Sooooo close. His tummy time isn't as crash hot - today he hoisted himself up with his arms for a few minutes, then put his head down on the ground and let out a heavy sigh. And stopped trying to get up again... bless.
Strange things you see on the streets of Hong Kong
Abandoned stools, for example.
Nosey
A familiar sight these days - George lying on his back but arching his back and trying desperately get a better view of the room. He's become quite the nosey little sausage. I wonder where he gets that from.
Happy 5-month birthday to me!
The little monkey turned 5 months old today! We had to take a few photos of him to celebrate this landmark:
In other news - Daddy took over all pre-bedtime duties tonight, just to make sure that George wouldn't flip out when the time came to leave him with his nanny. So, I got his bottle ready, ran his bath, stripped him of his (verrrrry cute) clothes, gave him a bit of a wipe down, bathed him (including shampoo time), then dried him off, moisturised him, tolerated a few very potent baby farts, dressed him for bed, and then gave him a bottle. All went completely according to plan, and after a nice big man-burp, he quickly nodded off to sleep. And is still sleeping.
Mission successful.
Making new friends, taking a dip
Uncle Ash and Aunty Zoe just left us, and although George was sad to see them go, he was very pleased to make some new friends. He'll see them again in August when they come back, which is cool. A chilled out few days for the little man - he had plenty of time getting to know his new friends, and then this afternoon they accompanied him and his mummy down to the pool for a leisurely splash. To top off their whirlwind trip, Zoe gave Rachel a hand with George's bathtime, taking over the hairwashing duties from his daddy.
There are quite a few photos, so I've uploaded them as a little slideshow thingy. Check out George's hip new BabyBanz sunglasses...
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Odds and ends
Ash and Zoe are staying with us at the moment, and I think they took a load of photos of George this morning. I'll see if they mind me pilfering a few tomorrow morning. I have a few of the G-monster, both taken on my phone:
And some random photos - a special treat for Father's Day... do you think George is too young to come along to this with me? I mean, George shakes a pretty mean rattle. Anyway, it's being advertised in the elevators at work:
And this is just evidence that I kicked Rachel's ass at Trivial Pursuit on Sunday:
An afternoon in Discovery Bay
Had a lovely afternoon with Sue, Steve, Hermione and Phoebe in Discovery Bay today. Lovely food, a few glasses of wine in the sun, and easy conversation - a perfect way to spend Sunday afternoon. While he was sleeping, George assumed a position that I couldn't resist photographing:
If that looks familiar...
Also from this afternoon, Steve with Sue - and an intruder on the left (Hermione):
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)
