Another JJ first…

27 02 2013

You may have seen in yesterday’s post that JJ went to have his first hair cut.The thought of JJ having a hair cut filled me with dread.

I had visions of him returning without an ear or scissor cuts around his head.

Afterall, he is one squirmy little man who doesn’t sit still unless he’s ill.

I have trouble enough cutting his nails never mind his hair.

So it was with great skill (and under a watchful Wifey eye no doubt), that a hairdresser friend bravely took on the task.

And what a great job she did.

I remember returning home to witness a huge transformation.

Suddenly our little baby had transformed into a little boy.

I really don't want to be here!

I really don’t want to be here!

Even the dinosaur was keeping an eye on the scissors.

Even the dinosaur was keeping an eye on the scissors.

Please don't take my ear lady.

Please don’t take my ear lady.

All done!

All done!


You know what Daddy?…

26 02 2013

“I’ve had enough of my blond locks.”

“Especially as Grandpa said he thought he had a Granddaughter.”

“I think it’s about time I got a haircut Daddy.”

The Thinker

The Thinker

So Wifey took JJ to get his hair cut yesterday.

I’ll put up a picture tomorrow, just couldn’t resist putting this one up first.

‘That’ Monday…

25 02 2013

I found myself gazing at the height chart in JJ’s room at the weekend, looking at the marks over the months.

JJ was hungrily slurping away at some milk when something struck me.

No, not JJ this time.

It’s only two weeks now until Wifey goes back to work.

It’s symbolic because it means our little baby will be one year old.

And I will have to start cooking during the week again.

I can only begin to imagine how emotional the weekend leading to ‘that’ Monday morning will be.

JJ’s birthday.

Mother’s Day.

Wifey goes to work.

I drop JJ off with the child-minder for the first time.

Then we both embark on probably one of the slowest days of our lives, wishing away the hours until we both dash home to cuddle our little man.

It won’t be too long until I’m feeding him again to see a new mark on the height chart.

“1 year.”

Where does the time go?

The thought of going back to work and speding time with a child-minder sent them both into a trance.

The thought of going back to work and speding time with a child-minder sent them both into a trance.

One man’s fast is another man’s slow

22 02 2013

Slow people on the London Underground during rush hour.

Infuriating obstacles to be maneuvered around at break neck speeds.

Do you sense a rant coming on?

Ok, so this is down to me really but when you are focussed on getting to work or home, slow people become annoying.

Why do people walk at the same slow pace alongside each other meaning no one can get around them?

Like a dam of humans holding back the true force of the commuter.

I’m sure they also have eyes in the back of their head – when you feint in one direction to try to get past, they move in your way.

Slow people down escalators are also annoying.

Again, this is my own issue, but if you are going to walk down an escalator, do so at a reasonable pace and don’t saunter along whilst gazing at the pretty ads.

And just because you are walking down doesn’t entitle you to stay on the left.

If no one is on the right, move over even if only for a few steps to let other people through.

Therefore, stupid idiots like me travelling at speed can go straight down rather than navigating everyone like a dog in a display show.

And for the love of all things that are holy, if you are a slow walker don’t just cut corners, or if that is your intention just look first.

What makes matters worse is if you are pulling one of those trolley bags.

If you know how to handle them fine.

But when you run over my toes as you cut across me, don’t look at me as if it’s my fault.

And try apologising too.

This happens even when I’m stationary and anticipating their move.

I don’t see why people just can’t consider others around them.

Is this unique to London?

Do you know what the ultimate in slowness is on the Underground?

The bag wielding tourist during rush hour who doesn’t quite know where they are going and is holding hands with a child who is lost in a world of gaming on his phone with earphones in.

I’ve come out in cold sweats just thinking about them.

This is my issue and I’m trying to deal with it but I’m not alone.

I’ve noticed sometimes that when someone is moving quickly, others move in behind them.

It’s like the Indy 500 when others start slipstreaming to take advantage of the leader’s efficiencies.

All in a day’s travelling.

Daddy 1 – Mummy 0…

21 02 2013

It’s not a competition.

There are no winners.

There are no losers.

When it comes to baby firsts, there are just very happy parents.

JJ was being encouraged to say “Mama” – sneaky tactics to get him to say his first word when I’m not around.

But JJ, the bright little thing that he is, saw right through Mama’s tactics.

What do you think he said?

Bear witness:

Good lad.

I can’t help but smile every time I hear it.

So cute.

He shoots, he scores.

A greeting from little crabby…

20 02 2013

What’s your favourite time of the day?

Going to bed?

Getting in to work at the start of the day?

Leaving work?

Anything that involves eating?

Well mine is the moment I walk in through the door at home.

If I’ve managed to get home in time to see JJ before he goes to bed, I’m often greeted with something along the lines of this:

He can be a lot more vocal and is normally a lot more smiley.

But I love the fact that now he sees me walk in and wants to come for a hug with Daddy.

It fills me with such joy and happiness.

I can’t wait for when he waits by the window for me to come home and gets all excited when he sees me.

Or runs to greet me.

Happy times.

Let’s sea what happens…

19 02 2013

Do you know what annoyed me the other day?

Of course you don’t.

The wifey took the brunt of yet another rant.

The latest Fiat 500 ad.

All starts off nicely.

The cars look great.

The ad is, er, colourful and glossy.

Oh look, they are driving into the sea to make their way to foreign shores.

Ho ho I get it.

So far so good.

Until I see some words at the bottom of the screen.

“Fictionalization. Do not attempt.”

Does Fiat honestly think that the UK public would be stupid enough to drive their nice new Fiat 500 into the sea in a Herbie-esque stunt?

To even drive off a cliff into the sea?

Perhaps someone is actually silly enough to try.

When a clever clogs tries to do it for themselves in a Darwinian attempt at crossing the Channel and drowns then the family sues, I suppose Fiat are then covered from a legal point of view.

“Well we warned you, we did say it was fiction, do not attempt.”

But the other thing that worries me is the need to do the arse-covering in the first place.

It infers someone is actually dumb enough to try it on, and then sue when it all goes wrong.

A sad state of affairs.

Nanny state?

It’s bad enough that I have to be warned before every programme that it contains mild violence, scenes of a sexual nature and wind based jokes.

Oh, and did I mention the ad is called “Immigrant”?

Don’t get me started, I feel another rant coming on.