A dude's getting busy

What happens when you leave the kid in the middle of the room, nowhere near anything, and turn your back for half a second.

I persist in putting socks on his, but it's really all I'm doing is giving him something to do for 10 seconds in pulling them off.

Then of course, there's this wee development. This was a few days ago.

And this is today. He's getting more used to pulling himself up and is stronger with it.

See the daylight? Doh.

Just plain ol' mischief.

Tee hee hee

You'd think after this'd happened to the husband a couple of times he'd do what I do - keep out of poos and wees range during bare bum time. But no, instead he continues to give me the opportunity to improve on previous poos-on-dad photos. They've turned out a bit blurry in the past while my concentration on good photography has been marred somewhat by the husband bellowing about helping. No such issue tonight - aside from a quick dump (*snort*) of some previous photos off the memory card to make space - it all turned out perfectly. Well, except for a close call with the dog and poos mooshed between baby toes, which are surprisingly difficult to clean between.

Ah ... special memories ...

The zoo, the park, and a weird pondering-the-meaning-of-life pose

Frisky hippo.



Looking in the opposite direction to the lions.



A fellow ginger.

Tiger heading home for dinner.

Kitty.

At the park, feeding the ducks.

Watching everything.

Examining the grass.

Eating the grass.

Hangin' in the playground.

I have no idea where this little hand-clasping thing has come from, but 'tis very cute.

To be continued ...

I've hit a bloggy wall. I'm busy and my blogging is suffering. It seems to be the only thing in my day that has give in it at the moment (well, that and sleep), but I miss it. I miss knowing you're all there. I miss talking to you. I miss sharing stuff. I miss a lot. I need to organise my time and my thoughts. Make a plan. Not let life make mince meat out of the plan.

Watch this space.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

Photos will continue to roll. Talking bollocks will follow as soon as I've got my head in order, and the chaos that is my exitence, looking and feeling like something resembling spaghetti bolognese and more like an eye fillet. In fact, the first thing I should probably cover when I kick off is that Trademe have added the ability to buy stuff using your credit card. Dan. Ger. Ous. Very. More than ever before. Although handy too when there's a trader selling off a big lot of Crown Lynn, and you want a big lot of Crown Lynn. It's a fantastic idea then. Unless you're the husband who now can't understand why he has a collection of multi-coloured plates, saucers and teacups on its way via courier. But never to fear. He'll get into the groove. I'm sure.

And now ... the little dude. He for whom this blog was created, and he who seems to be a good part of the reason it's ground to a halt of late. Love him to pieces. More and more each day, and more than I ever imagined possible. He's awesome.

Where we seem to be going wrong mastering the sippy cup ...

His first rusk (well, the first one he's actually munched). I really wish I'd gotten a photo of his very first realisation that if he biffs food on the floor the dog's going to eat it too. Very funny. For us. He looked a bit horrified. Still, on a learning front, it means he's working out object permanence - he knows something is still there once it's out of sight, looked for it, saw it disappear and was a bit bollocksed that Jack ate it. Clever chap. Clever dog has worked out very quickly to follow the clever chap closely when he has food too.

And miscellaneous mischief, cos there's plenty.