2009

This time last year we had known H was pregnant for exactly six days. This was after our first go at IVF.

The previous year was all about disappointment. Disappointment with IUI in particular. It was also about injections. Lots of injections. Generally given by me to H.

Oh, there was a marriage in there . . . → Read More: 2009

Cute or Cruel?

Discuss.

No Grandpa, it’s Ctrl C then Ctrl V…

They start young nowadays eh…

Here’s Mathilda, sporting what looks like an old David Beckham hairdo, showing Gramps how to cut and paste.

She then went on to update her facebook and tweet about her latest poo, or something.

Chillin at Home

A Bit of Bondage

When I was about 16 I worked in a pizza delivery / takeaway. And a splendid introduction to the world of commerce it was too.

Anyway, one evening I was up stairs making a cup of tea. There were two closed fire doors between me and the shop floor, the walk-in fridge motors were to . . . → Read More: A Bit of Bondage

Mathilda Likes to Lick Things

Mathilda likes to lick things.

So far I have seen her licking:

My neck.

Her Daddy’s neck.

Her Granny’s neck.

Charlie’s hand.

My hand.

Her Daddy’s hand.

Her Daddy’s nose.

Her blanket.

Her cot bars.

The play mat.

Several of the dangling toys.

The chair.

This is just the beginning. I could go on.

Most . . . → Read More: Mathilda Likes to Lick Things

Charlie OR Mathilda…?

I think I’m getting the hang of Charlie and Mathlida…some of it.

I’m getting used to the baby sick almost permanently on my shoulder, smelling of sour milk and having a whole new body. I’m learning to live with the lack of sleep, the routines and getting showered, dressed – with hair dried and make-up . . . → Read More: Charlie OR Mathilda…?

Arty Farty

Yesterday we took the children to their first art exhibition, Anish Kapoor at the Royal Academy.

It was brilliant, even to my uneducated eye.

Mathilda seemed to like it very much, although the only thing Charlie saw was the inside of his eyelids or his mother’s cleavage.

Mind you, there was an awful lot . . . → Read More: Arty Farty

Stop.

Hammertime.

Telly in Bed

For the last couple of nights we’ve watched a little bit of telly in bed.

We’ve been able to do this because as of Saturday night The Horrors moved to a perminant residence in their own room.

HALLELUJAH AND PRAISE BE TO THE LORD. SING IT FROM THE GOD DAMN ROOF TOPS PEOPLE. NO MORE . . . → Read More: Telly in Bed