Getting used to this sitting up thing
George seems to be adapting rather well to this sitting up malarky, although he does get a bit shirty if things remain out of his reach (don't we all?) Dinner with just-married-last-Saturday Vonce and Hannah tonight (both from NZ but living in London) at the always delicious Bistro Manchu (take THAT Jonathan). Tomorrow is a quiet one (I think), but on Sunday, George gets a brief morning visit from Paddy and Granny B. He is very excited and can't wait to show them how he can sit up, grab things, scream, and - with a little encouragement - throw up on them.
A few photos from this morning. One of George sitting up, one of his housemates lying down:
Quick photos from this morning
First one was taken by Daddy Longarms as Bunky sat in my lap; second was taken during the carnage that was breakfast time:
Big Chief Sittingupbyhimself
Note the very alert mummy right behind him. If you're wondering whether she was ready to catch him, bear in mind that when he was 3 weeks old, that same mummy decided that he wasn't allowed to play rugby when he was older (in fact he's lucky he's not wearing a helmet in these photos...)
And a few from the other day - Alice and Harry's gorgeous little boy, Michael:
Sitting up, falling down, yelling
Kiddo is now sitting up by himself (although his little abs aren't quite strong enough to stabilise him for very long), and as long as he doesn't sway left, right, or backwards... he's quite happy sitting and playing by himself. Swaying any way but forward will usually lead to him flopping onto his side or back - although he doesn't feel that bothered by it :) He also seems to have discovered his voice and now yells randomly at things (e.g. his toys, one of us, the ground), which is quite funny really. He's impressively loud for a little person.
Anyway - a few photos. One of him about to head to bed (and giving Daddy the "Where is she taking me?" look) and one of him in the bath tonight:
Bunky expresses his displeasure at the All Blacks' performance
To be fair, his look of disapproval could also be due to the fact that Mummy and Daddy slept in and rescued him from his prison cot half an hour late.
Lineouts
For NZ$200,000+ per player per year you'd think that we might be able to scrape together a bunch of guys who could catch their own lineout throw (or at least throw the damned thing straight). It would seem not. Hopefully the second half is better than the first half...
Find the cat
George gets into the nudey time this afternoon (look closely and you'll see Ben cruising around in the background):
Here's one of George hunting a pukeko (he's doing it naked - it's how they did it in the old days):
And for no other reason than I'm learning to use the camera on full manual mode (and I quite liked the light... and I'm trying to move away from posting nothing but photos of Bunky...), here's a completely irrelevant photo of a cup on our dining room table:
It's a lovely little Villeroy & Boch espresso cup (I got Rachel two of them for her birthday a few years ago). I'd quite like to get the larger sizes for my morning coffee, but can't bear the thought of shopping in Causeway Bay in the summer heat...
Shovelling it in
The shipping channel (taken from our balcony)
Friday night photos
Tummy play
Friday morning
This photo was taken about 15 minutes ago from the lounge - unfortunately it's now completely grey out there and it's bucketing down. Strange.
Oh dear. Time to Bunky-proof the house.
Bunky is now technically mobile. With his eye on the prize, watch his moves:
A big effort so far - time for a quick rest:
Aaaaand we're off again:
And finally... SUCCESS:
George's new roommates
When I went to get Bunky up at 7am this morning, his door was ajar - which could only mean one thing: that someone* hadn't close the door properly last night, and two of our housemates** had decided to head into the "forbidden room" and see what was going on. When I pushed the door open a little more, Ben was sitting there looking up at me with his usual indignant "What?" expression on his face, and Poppy was fast asleep on George's playmat. Both of them scarpered when I came in, little chickens.
Thankfully, neither of them had thought to jump into Bunky's cot (although I have caught Poppy in there once before), and Bunky was happily snoozing away with Hiphop.
* Mummy
** Of the feline variety
Bunky can flyyyyyy
Pretend sneezing. Apparently it's hilarious...
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A few more from last week
Another from Sunday that I really liked:
And one more from Wednesday:
Photographing little people really is a lot of fun. They certainly aren't as fussy as adults in terms of what they look like in photos...
Polageorge
Sai Kung
If our trip to Sai Kung is anything to go by, Hong Kong road planners throw cooked spaghetti on a piece of paper, and then ask the road construction companies to "do the roads like that." Honestly - it was like driving through a spaghetti-themed maze complete with toll tunnels and psychotic taxi and minibus drivers. Thankfully we had been given awesome directions and got to lunch without a hitch. Anyway, we had a lovely barbeque with friends Susannah and Sam (along with toddler Max and baby Matilda), and also saw the Hoffpeople there. Although the weather went a bit poopy on us as soon as lunch was served, we still managed to eat outside and have a great time. I took a few photos of various little people running around in the rain playing by the paddling pool:
We managed to get back from Sai Kung without getting lost, and after we got home, Bunky had a little swim and a teeny tiny photo session:
In other matters, Bunky's late feed is slowly being moved forward. It's usually 10:30pm, but for the last week or so Rachel has been bringing it forward. Tonight it comes to 9:40pm, and the aim is of course to eventually eliminate it altogether. So far he hasn't woken up any earlier in the morning, but time will tell whether he can eventually hit the 12 hour holy grail sleep.
Righto - off to watch a spot of tv and then hit the pillow.