Getting used to this sitting up thing
George seems to be adapting rather well to this sitting up malarky, although he does get a bit shirty if things remain out of his reach (don't we all?) Dinner with just-married-last-Saturday Vonce and Hannah tonight (both from NZ but living in London) at the always delicious Bistro Manchu (take THAT Jonathan). Tomorrow is a quiet one (I think), but on Sunday, George gets a brief morning visit from Paddy and Granny B. He is very excited and can't wait to show them how he can sit up, grab things, scream, and - with a little encouragement - throw up on them.
A few photos from this morning. One of George sitting up, one of his housemates lying down:
Quick photos from this morning
First one was taken by Daddy Longarms as Bunky sat in my lap; second was taken during the carnage that was breakfast time:
Big Chief Sittingupbyhimself
Note the very alert mummy right behind him. If you're wondering whether she was ready to catch him, bear in mind that when he was 3 weeks old, that same mummy decided that he wasn't allowed to play rugby when he was older (in fact he's lucky he's not wearing a helmet in these photos...)
And a few from the other day - Alice and Harry's gorgeous little boy, Michael:
Sitting up, falling down, yelling
Kiddo is now sitting up by himself (although his little abs aren't quite strong enough to stabilise him for very long), and as long as he doesn't sway left, right, or backwards... he's quite happy sitting and playing by himself. Swaying any way but forward will usually lead to him flopping onto his side or back - although he doesn't feel that bothered by it :) He also seems to have discovered his voice and now yells randomly at things (e.g. his toys, one of us, the ground), which is quite funny really. He's impressively loud for a little person.
Anyway - a few photos. One of him about to head to bed (and giving Daddy the "Where is she taking me?" look) and one of him in the bath tonight:
Bunky expresses his displeasure at the All Blacks' performance
To be fair, his look of disapproval could also be due to the fact that Mummy and Daddy slept in and rescued him from his prison cot half an hour late.
Lineouts
For NZ$200,000+ per player per year you'd think that we might be able to scrape together a bunch of guys who could catch their own lineout throw (or at least throw the damned thing straight). It would seem not. Hopefully the second half is better than the first half...
Find the cat
George gets into the nudey time this afternoon (look closely and you'll see Ben cruising around in the background):
Here's one of George hunting a pukeko (he's doing it naked - it's how they did it in the old days):
And for no other reason than I'm learning to use the camera on full manual mode (and I quite liked the light... and I'm trying to move away from posting nothing but photos of Bunky...), here's a completely irrelevant photo of a cup on our dining room table:
It's a lovely little Villeroy & Boch espresso cup (I got Rachel two of them for her birthday a few years ago). I'd quite like to get the larger sizes for my morning coffee, but can't bear the thought of shopping in Causeway Bay in the summer heat...
Shovelling it in
The shipping channel (taken from our balcony)
