BFS the Photographer

As you'd expect, it's been a manic couple of weeks. There has been so much to blog about, but by the time BB and LL hit the sack, which is normally my surf time, I'm beat myself. It's a shame, because we've missed out so many laughs....

BB's fantastic efforts during his school show. For the opening song, he was centre stage surrounded by the whole school. He belted out the song at the top of his voice just a fraction ahead of everyone else. That's one way to make yourself heard son. How he also decided yesterday in the swimming pool changing room to declare "Daddy, your willy is quite hairy!" followed by a casual observation at grandma last night that her "chest is quite big." I'm sure there are other things, but right now they all escape me. In fact, I've lost my train of thought at least 4 times since I started this attending to our newest and noisiest boy. The long and the short of the last two weeks is all good though. BB has been incredible since his brother was born. He really can't do enough to help, and for once, hasn't put a foot wrong. LL, after a troubled start, has followed his big brother's lead and is also adapting well to being a middle brother. For my part, tonight I decided to have a go at editing a picture I took myself. Quite pleased with the results, even if I do say so myself......

Here He Is

Obviously, I'm biased........but isn't he a smasher? But based on how often my voice has been raised this afternoon, I should not be blogging right now. For the wellbeing of the other 2 boys, I should be catching zeds whilst I can. The Wee Man has already had his first bash on the head from LL, who wasn't being nasty at all, I suppose you could say he was just being two. To be expected really.

The Rotavator

You little beauty, or not so little as the case may be. Our newest, and....I'll say youngest, as littlest is a tad misleading arrived early this morning. A smidge over the 10lb mark, he has essentially rotavated his mothers lady garden just in time for summer. Poor woman. Those who had money on a darker shade are quids in too. I'll wait until his colour settles out, but I think I may need to change their blog identities to Dark, Milk and White for simplicity. Unfortunately, MPLST has the camera and card, so I can't even post a pic. LL was not overly impressed initially at the prospect of sharing his mummy with his younger sibling. It seemed to pass though. We'll see what tomorrow holds. Right now, I need sleep....................

Gie's Peace!

We're still not at D Day, but already the constant question "has there been any movement?" is driving me up the bloody wall. By half eleven this morning when I picked up BB from nursery, I think I had been asked something along those lines no fewer than 8 times by 8 different people.

Already I am dreaming up not so witty and sarcastic answers. I mean, really, do people really think that in the last 24 hours since they saw or heard from me that we've popped out another child? On top of that, do they think that I'd not mention the small matter of a new addition at some point in the conversation? It sure beats "fine day today.....better than yesterday......"

To be fair, it's not from close friends and family this time around, they learned their lesson last time around! But at least then MPLST was 2 weeks overdue. This time around it seems to be the local mums. I must work on my cold stare techniques......

And whilst I'm at it.......do people think the world stops spinning when a new baby is coming? The looks we seem to get for daring to leave the house when D Day is so close are startling to say the least. We took the loons swimming today, not exactly an Arctic expedition, and dare I say it, I expect being in a pool made Fatty (as she has become known in SH), a little more comfortable. I did lecture her though so stripping the boiler and trying to repair it earlier though.......

We even that that rare event of a meal without kids last night. I treated MPLST to a belated birthday meal. Could be the last time we get out together for a long time..........

We're less than 3 weeks until Due Date. I suppose it's about time we take the thought of a new arrival seriously. Not that we weren't beforehand of course, but experience has taught me that my role for the initial 9 months of fetal development is to perform my role as chief cook and bottle washer on a pretty much full time basis. Actually, come to think of it, it didn't really stop at the birth for wither of the boys. Can't see this one being any different then.

What's to tell? Wife is enormous. In fact, I saw her behind a glass door this morning, and she has the silhouette of Mr Greedy. I jest you not! The other mummies obviously didn't see the funny side. Fortunately, Mrs Greedy did!

Boys are becoming rather excited about the baby coming. Mum (and dad) come to think of it, just want to sleep. All the time.
We had a visit from Big Sis too that passed without a hitch. She too is keen to have another younger sibling to look after.

Whilst we are surrounded by OCD cleanliness freaks, I decided after preparing the veggie patch for spring, it was just the place for twenty little green fingers to play. Nobody died. This of course contravenes the notion that all the equipment at our toddler group needs cleaned yet again because
a) there are a lot of new babies around
b) it's long overdue
c) other Toddler groups appear to be doing it

Do these people not take their kids to the swing park where some dog has probably pee'd on the roundabout just before Precious McSmudgkins goes for a burl?
Rant over.......