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Just in case you've forgotten how brave he was:
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Words | Mischief | Angelo
Bunky's words are really coming along. Sort of. A few new ones popped up this week: "Boppy" (Poppy, the cat), "May!" (May, his nanny), "Bye bye", "Ball", "Baaaaaa" (that's "Bath", actually) and "Down" (when he wants to get on the floor). Tonight's pre-bedtime conversation was rather amusing. Some people may find it more amusing than others...
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Me: "George, say Momo? Aunty Momo? Momo?"
George: "Momo. Momo."
Me: "Good boy! Say 'Jane'? 'Jaaaane'"
George: "Nah."
Me: "George, come on - say 'Jane'?"
George: "Naaaah."
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Sorry Aunty Jane. I'm not making it up - your beloved sister was standing right there.
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A few cellphone photos of the Bunkymeister the other day. I got home a little early on Friday, and as I got changed, George took it upon himself to snoop around the drawers and under the bed. Apologies for the quality of these - they were taken on my phone in somewhat crappy light:
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I'll leave you with a few photos of my friend and fellow camera nut, Angelo. On Friday night we wandered around Central taking random photos and playing with different lenses - good fun. I lasted until about 9pm and then came home. Angelo finished up at 4am. I am getting olllllllld.
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I'd be lying if I didn't admit that he was watching the Hong Kong Rugby Sevens on television when this was taken
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Possible careers for George
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Just to celebrate the pollution finally leaving us (thanks to a bit of wind and rain), here are a few photos of the harbour. On a nice day, it's pretty hard to beat.
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This was taken from my office. Unfortunately, my view isn't this good - it's mostly trees on the hill next to us. I had to contort myself a bit and use a longer lens (85mm) to get this shot
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Taken from our lounge this morning. Notice the weird panel at the bottom right with the different hue? Rachel broke that window a few years ago with an iron (the shirt-ironing kind of iron, not the golf club kind), and the person that replaced it used glass that didn't quite match the rest of the windows.
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Disco inferno v2.0
While trying to get a video of George shaking his (peach-resembling) bootie to the video his Grandfather Paddy sent him, I stumbled across this video from a few days ago. Aunty Momo declared on Facebook that she didn't know who the Pixies were. I pulled one of their songs up in iTunes and played it for Rachel. Naturally, George couldn't turn down the opportunity to bust a move - and it ended up a bit like John Travolta meets the Karate Kid:
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Weekend brunch and other randomness
After the haircut debacle, the weekend ended up being quite lovely. We ended up having Sunday brunch with Alice, Harry and Mikey at Coast Restaurant, just off the Mid Levels Escalator: .
Don't let the forlorn look fool you. The little piglet got a plateful of delicious mushroom risotto just after this was taken.
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George's main man, Mikey
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The kitchen at Coast. I want heat lamps like this in our kitchen one day. Seriously cool.
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Eating and socialising is clearly rather exhausting.
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A bit of randomness to finish the weekend. Firstly, Ben may act stupid, but he's extremely effective at locating and neutralising heat sources:
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And here's a very good reason why I don't take more photos outside. The World Health Organisation guidelines state that 50 micrograms of particulate material per cubic metre in 24 hours is the safest maximum level that a person should be exposed to. Today, Hong Kong is averaging just under 500 micrograms of particulate material per cubic metre. Yuk. This the Sunday morning view from our lounge window:
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Post haircut photo
Note the considerable afro-reduction at the back: .
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George's first haircut
It started ok, but went downhill rapidly. The photos speak for themselves. .
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Dinner last night at Shek O
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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:
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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:
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It's not yellow, but it is little
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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:
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