Note the considerable afro-reduction at the back: .
.
.
George's first haircut
It started ok, but went downhill rapidly. The photos speak for themselves. .
.
.
Dinner last night at Shek O
.
.
Bathtime, Digger
One of George's favourite books is the Little Yellow Digger. Needless to say, the word "Digger" features about a thousand times, and George absolutely loves it:
.
Yesterday, munchkin grabbed the book, then started crawlthrowing towards Rachel (he can't hold a book and crawl at the same time, so he crawlthrows - crawl a bit, throw the book a bit, crawl a bit more, throw the book a bit further...) The crawlthrow culminated in one last book fling and him proudly yelling "DIGGA!" to Rachel. So we can now add "Digger" to the list of words he sort of understands (the others being "cheese", "yay!", "cats" and "uh-oh"). I know it doesn't sound like much of an achievement, but knowing that he's associating words with actions and objects is pretty cool (given that he calls anything and everything "mummy" or "daddy"...)
Anyway, to celebrate the new (rather manly) word, his very proud daddy bought this for him at lunchtime yesterday:
.
It's not yellow, but it is little
...
.
Other than that, the only real news is that George's first haircut is tomorrow. I'll take photos, I promise.
Ending the working week with a few photos of his lordship in the bath last night:
.
.
.
Irrelevant
I saw this and couldn't resist posting it (original source unknown): .
.
.
Dinner on Lamma Island
Last night one of the ladies at work (who is leaving at the end of the month) treated some of the staff from the pre-merger firm to dinner at a seafood restaurant at Lamma Island. We all had a great time - particularly the girls, who spotted some washed up Cantonese actress at the restaurant and ended up getting a load of photos with her. Anyway - here are a few random photos from last night: .
Fanny waits for the ferry
.
.
Upstair. It's where the Lifs Jackets are.
.
.
Team photo
..
Yum.
..
More photo taking before dinner
.
.
Yet another team photo
..
Kate checks her camera as we wait for the ferry back to Central
.
.
Almost... almost...
I wasn't going to post this, as it's not actually that interesting... but it does mark the moment when George *almost* ditched his training wheels. He was playing by the coffee table and decided that he wanted a book sitting on the ottoman. He turned around and you could see the thought floating through his head. He was clearly considering letting go of the coffee table so that he could wobble to the ottoman... but it was not to be. Despite supporting calls from his parents to walk a few steps. he dropped to his knees and crawled over. But damn, it was close.
.
.
.
Peekaboo
.
.
Weekend photos
A bit of weekend randomness (although admittedly there are a few photos from today in here as well): .
Left: George and Rachel with pals Rory and Alexander | Top right: Concerned about something... | Bottom right: Sticks are awesome toys
.
.
Top left: In the bath tonight | Bottom left: Storytime with Rachel yesterday | Right: Avoiding Mummy's kiss in the elevator
.
.
Swëdish böttlë opënërs
Taken in Ikea on Sunday morning. Given that most of the stuff in this place is branded with kooky names like "Schmërgënjúrgënflúrgën" or "Múthåfökkë", clearly someone with a sense of humour named the bottle openers:
.
.
I'll upload a few photos of his lordship's weekend tonight.
.
.