Not really sure where ones sense of humour comes from. Is it a DNA thing, a carefully cultured and biological result emanating from years of careful stock selection? Or perhaps Darwin and his undiscovered theory on the survival of the 'funniest' has a more erudite explanation. What is for sure is that the most recently born has it in abundance. It's not that he tells a good joke, he's 11 months and coherent dialogue is difficult, but the deliberate 'naughtiness' that he is aware of and practices with a grin. Pair with this a laugh that would make dirty old men cry, and you have an idea of what we have produced.



The joy of the joyrider...

The obvious attention that a wee bairn of this age attracts has caused some hidden rivalry. The prodigal son demands everything possible. He also wants to be carried, like his brother, fed, like his brother but stops short when we show him a nappy (thanks be...) Despite the efforts to be centre stage, the little lad had proved himself a fantastic elder brother, baby entertainer and dressing distracter! (nothing has the equivalent power of a wriggling baby)



A rare breakfast time shot.


The plan for the last three weeks is to move, finally, to the new residence! Sick children, sick parents and a slight lack of adventure have all delayed things! However moving 90% of all our possessions has proved to be the real incentive. Hanging onto creature comforts, the good lady complains the house has no Internet, the children complain of no Digital TV and I complain of no sleep. Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow! But GO say 3 - 4 weeks!

The blur that has now become my life is complicated further by, quite possibly, the worst moving in method ever created. I devised the 'slowly slowly' method back in London and implemented it here. It's rubbish and takes forever. There is also the quandary of chucking out all cheap plastic toys that have been collected for the last few years. Broken and made in China, it can be painful bringing the history to a close, although the soles of my feet applaud!!. The two boys have been little assistance, unpacking crates faster than I can fill them. The good lady insists that they need supervision whilst I pack, and watching a film with a nice cup of tea is the best method of doing this. I'm sure she has a point!

TheO now quite the young man. Insisting on a career as a Rock Star, he now shouts 'Rock n Roll' whilst attempting to Breakdance with hands giving a Rapper salute. I think Accountancy might be more his thing. The network no longer captivates his imagination, far more interested in puzzles and Bakaugan, and with the warmer weather, a healthy apperception of Tennis.

The last born has now almost recovered from being ill for the last six months. I forget what a germ factory being under a year can be. Latterly, there have been many visits to the quacking medical fraternity! Armed with a screaming child, they write a prescription for Panadol syrup. 'yes please take all my money, I'll see you again tomorrow!' And then there is the Pharmacist... The outlaws swear that to make money here, you need to open a Chemist shop. Sell cheap plastic toys too and you'll be well minted!! Hang on, I've got some of those...



The boys take a quick break from unpacking, alas before they have reached their destination...

Things are only now starting to get back to normal. With so much time taken up with frantic activity, it's little wonder that frivolous musings get the back burner treatment. With visiting Australians, birthday parties, painting and filling of walls behind us, the carnival season has once again descended. Citing Neil Armstrong (who few seem to have heard of over here), TheO took advantage of his space suit and the party atmosphere (gravity free) to overdose on sugar and the carnival spirit. Louyn gurgled encouragement and demanded a bottle.

A typically damp time of the year, winter has so far turned out like a British summer. Sunshine and a bit of periodic rain. I think for a moment of the freezing temperatures across Europe, the thick snowfall over the UK and that maybe, with all the tribulation, it's worth it. I quickly rethink as the LPG runs out and the chap at the fruit and veg stall charges me double!

The boys continue to delight. TheO now demands a career as an astronaut, a claim which coincides with his recent understanding of space, the final frontier... He does however thoroughly fail to understand that the 'null-void' is not real and he can't send daddy there!

Louyn has started to find his voice, and now cackles with the best of them. Lost somewhere between sane, polite dialogue and grunting, he exercises his chords to the limit. Eating well and resembling the Michelin man, the good lady is concerned less he ends up a 'tubby'



Lou baby, I think we're lost...!

Just a little hectic. I just want to know how normal people manage! It would seem to TheO and his younger sibling that their 'log' has been neglected somewhat. Attempting to detail the day to day adventures of these two major clients, is proving very demanding indeed. On top of this, they expect me to work full days, nights and weekends, even public holidays! It's proving very hard to get a day off. The pressure could turn a lesser man to drink, er, or to eat a lot...



TheO finds a Dragon! Thats a Cameleon to you and me...

Christmas went very well. The first born managed to intimidate us enough to get more or less exactly what he wanted. The recent addition was too small to demand anything other than a fresh nappy and a bottle of milk, which I really did appreciate. The good lady however did insist on a some battery operated toys that for the life of me, can not be switched off. The toy industry has turned to 'sensors' and only a motionless dark cupboard soothes the tinnitus. (I mean for the toys!)



Santa Boys on location!

New year and all the celebration that staying in with two sick children can muster, led us all to the forth annual birthday of TheO. Having planned it all year in his head, the little lad celebrated at the 'Orange Tree Hall' in the locality of the new house, with 20 - 30 of his superhero friends. Having elected to 'do this thing' ourselves, a fair job was completed with multi - media, a Flash Cake that caused me kittens, and a pile of birthday presents that required a truck for delivery. Now, about moving house....



The Flash on his birthday!!, with very slight adjustment...

It's been a busy time. The first born has been beset with seasonal disorders that have reached well into the surrounding family members. The medical profession are of limited assistance, paid off for offering advice that my grandmother could better. Take these expensive and unnecessary life changing drugs and come back and see me in a week for some more! Happy Christmas!

TheO seems to have been prescribed four cans of Red Bull and bounces round the residence in an appropriate manner. His Anatomy and knowledge of germs and diseases has grown. He now knows that a tummy ache complaint might land him a days TV, but parking his breakfast on the backseat of the car will give him at least a week off! The two boys remain the best of pals, sharing their mutual doses of Gastroenteritis and colds. It's just a question of 'one down, one to go' The latest twist to this winning formula is now the grown ups get it, and harder!

With the Yule season approaching, preparations have been made to avoid the 'but that's three times the price it is in Argos' scenario. The English Grandparent ventured over with a suitcase and decorations, saving the price of the air ticket in first class. The good lady flies to London at the weekend to invest further in the toy industry, and quite possibly a distillery too. I'm told my time will come!



Naughty & Nice

Prompting personal recollections of cold crisp air, fungi and over dressing, it's Halloween. I have decided that it's perhaps not a good idea to tell the first born that this is the night of spooks, witches, vampires etc. He has already been up during the night complaining of a clown in his dreams. Scary those clowns! I blame irresponsible booking at children's parties and The Simpson's!




Pumpkin Boy!

The second heir continues to expand in every direction, approaching the 5 month mark. It's a golden moment when he drops off & sleeps at 7.30pm but the glitter starts to lose a bit of sparkle at 3am, 4.30am and then again at 6am. Picking him up, he just grins and of course, the fact that it's the middle of the night is instantly forgotten. I have noted it down in a book however!

Both boys get on brilliantly and TheO succeeds at making Louyn chuckle. The youngest almost hugging his elder sibling, it's one of those moments! TheO still into GoGo's with an enviable collection that will regularly disperse itself around the residence. The cleaner takes pleasure in finding and arranging the haul of those 'found' many are not so lucky and become a confused child's memory, all except the clown one!




@ the playground, something to smile about eh!