Michael and grandad

Michael's favourite person!

Yoghurt....

Eat it or use it as a face pack....

Dentist

First visit to the dentist..... No Fear!

New haircut

Just for the end of January !

Mohawk boy

Daddy did not have his first Mohican till he was 18....

snowball fun

taken with cruddy camera phone but someone likes throwing snowballs!

Boys in the kitchen

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The Wrapping paper...

As we all know, children love xmas presents - not just for the presents, but for the wrappings! and here is Number 1 Son proving that sometimes a good sized bag is as much fun as anything else...

He is not sure about that healthy looking apple though.....

Lovely Present

Michael Loves "In the Night Garden" and for Xmas he was a very lucky little boy.

He already had some characters, that are played with a lot - but here he is opening UpsyDaisy - the look on his face says it all!

Favourite Xmas Present

This year for Xmas Michael was very lucky - and the big present from mummy and daddy was a motorbike - not quite like daddys, but .... it was red so almost as fast as a black aprilia

(Subtle dig at all the ducati freaks out there!)

He really loves his bike - I think by the summer he will be wanting some new leathers and.....

Making Muffins

Michael loves cooking - indeed he loves cooking almost much as he loves "In the Night Garden" and "Peppa Pig"....

so when mummy wanted to make some Carrot and Apple Muffins, he was there like a shot - mixing and everything....

He is a happy little Boy!

Welcome to 2010

here we are surrounded by snow... michael likes it - throwing snowballs at daddy is such fun after all....!

So - quick word to say happy new year to all and suffice to say that life continues as normal here

(And if any one knows why my bedroom is so bloody cold I would love to know!)

Michael at the waffle house

Some one likes waffles
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Just to fill folk in...

Just to fill folk in...

Some of you will recall that in July 2007 I was assaulted - if you remember, I was beaten around the head by a four foot length of fence post and considered that I was lucky to be alive after it.

Well, I was not as lucky as I thought. Since the incident I have changed - not in any physical sense, but it appears that I have undergone a personality change.

This personality change is, on the surface, quite minor, but underneath, it is quite radical. For instance, some people who I used to enjoy spending time with, I no longer enjoy spending time with, and vice versa.... and that is very hard to deal with. Foods I used to enjoy, I no longer like... and again vice versa. (I have even been eating fish!)

My sense of humour, for example, has become a lot darker - in fact I would use terms like cruel and insensitive at times....

Interestingly enough, professionally, I am better - far more focused and direct - I always did want to be a decent nurse!

Socially, I am now far more isolated - I find it hard to be around people, especially people I used to know well. I tend to keep my own company and am often uncomfortable around people - sorry to any who think I have been snubbing them!

I have been looked at by assorted medics, psychologists, trick cyclists etc - and they have reassured me that I am not mad.... and not depressed or suffering from post traumatic stress disorder - just that I have undergone a change, and guess what... there is no treatment that will help or indeed do anything - I will just have to get on with life and try to start again in many ways - in actual fact, in all ways.

(I have also considered that this is all down to just a huge mid life crisis but I am saving that for next year!)

This has had a huge effect on life at home - I would like to say a huge thank you to Val who has supported me through all this - and yes, that is a hard subject - lets just say we will continue to do our best for michael. We share our house and are close... we even have rows sometimes.....! our future is hard to see for us, and that saddens me :(

Guess that sums it all up - and this was not a way of getting sympathy, but just that I and Val thought that people should know what has been going on, and be aware that things have changed.

Iggle Piggle

Some one loves night garden!

Cooking!

Just how much would you like this chef as your personal cook?

Blast from the past

When michael was ickle he went to the Oulton park summer fête - there
he was photographed with one of the relatives called denise - we met
up by chance again today!

Cute boy!

Every now and again we are allowed to shampoo michael's hair....

Movember!

have a look here

http://uk.movember.com/mospace/236111

and yes, I am taking part - sad but true

Pete

Puss in boots?

Not certain michael has been watching shrek and has decided that puss
in boots is the man, or he has seen some pictures of his father as
frank n furter....

Learning to cook

It must be in the blood ! But here we have michael learning to cook
fish pie

Trike rider

Daddy has his bike.... Here is my trike :)

Damn car is to big!

Cute boy on lottie

We bought lottie for michael's first Christmas - here he is on her
before she went off to be sold

Settled in!

Danger. Toad at work

How much is that toddler in the window?

What happens when a two year old meets sudocreme

Just like daddy has been known to gel his hair, here is michael after
he decided to play with sudocreme.....

Moving... dates and times

No pictures, but just a quick word to say that we are moving house

After 15 years of living in Beccles, we are moving to Loddon. A large part of this is due to the crap way that Suffolk seem to be approaching their educational strategy.. the local borstal, sorry comprehenesive, The John Leaman is already over subscribed - meant to have 1000 pupils and now has 1200 - with the closure of the middle schools they were meant to be amalgamated into the senior schools... so the current plan is to establish a lower school for the leaman in the old middle school... scary thing is, we pay for this idiocy!

I have long stated that I did not want Michael to go to the Leaman as the little bastard who assaulted me - Oren Souter for those that had forgotten the name, is an outstanding representative of what that school can produce - feral kids with no hint of civilisation.

(I have no doubt that some children do well there - but lets just say that the school does not have what you could call a glowing reputation...).

I Guess that is another reason why we are leaving Beccles - 3 years on, I am still hurting from that assault - and seeing the scrote wandering Beccles does not make it any easier - anyway - onwards and upwards. We have sold Milliways and are off!

New House

well - a new house has been bought - http://www.muskermcintyre.co.uk/more_details.php?profileID=44229

Introducing.....

Billy and Fizz, our new felines! These two, thanks to a lovely lady
called jan, came to us a week or so ago. As you can see they are
setting in well and have started sleeping where ever they fancy.
Michael already seems to love them, and even though they are not his
beloved GabGab they do get a lot of michael "huddles" - a cross
between a hug and a cuddle

Road trip

Off to the club aprilia national meet!

As some are aware we lost our lovely Balinese Princess earlier this week - and I still have a lump in my throat as I type this.

She came to us as a resuce cat - just in need of a home. I think she must have thought she had died and gone to Cat heaven - she had her own willing two legged slaves, and all the adoration a princess could want.

With michael she was amazing - as we approached Michaels birth we were buying cat nets and getting a little nervous - as i guess all folks must do in similar situations. We need not have worried as she not only tolerated michael, but loved him - he was reguarly checked on by her, and she often chose to cuddle up with him.
He also spent a lot of time with her - indeed "GabGab" was one of his first phrases and he always looked for her for a feline cuddle everyday.

So far he does not seem to have missed her, though he does look around for her to play with.

We really do miss her - she always slept on Val's pillow and now the house seems empty.

She really is in cat heaven now, and I guess we should be thankful for the time we shared with her - i hope she was as happy with us as we were with her

Sleep Well Gabi

Flirting

Happy Easter

Well the moral of this story is ... Do not leave a chocolate bunny anywhere in the house as someone will find it!
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Cute banana muncher

My doesn't he look like the gentleman !
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Any Saturday afternoon

There you are sitting having a beer, footie strip on waiting for the game to start and then daddy turns up wanting his beer back!
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His fathers son

So as I worked in the garden Michael came up to see me bearing gifts... I wonder where he gets it from!
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We wanted a musician in the family

But all we have is a drummer!
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God bless brothers in law

Val has been to see the family and while there David gave Michael a present - a play guitar.
A play guitar with noise.
Much though I like the guy, and Michael loves his uncle David... I will have revenge!
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Like mother like son

Not that I am saying anything but Michael has discovered both the fridge and his favourite drink

After beer of course!
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Being English

Well someone really enjoys his fish and chips! For health reasons we have no salt and vinegar but we do have ketchup!

Obviously such things as cutlery are not needed - that's my boy!
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Michael loves technology

As the photograph shows someone loves his technology. If he sees something new and expensive he has to play with it.

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Lessons from our surroundings

Recently I have been involved in a little verbal spat on an internet forum - nothing new about that but it did make me stop and think about ways of making Michael be aware of people, history etc.
The thead is at http://www.apriliaforum.com/forums/showthread.php?t=166873 and it is at page 3 that things kick off . What surprised me was the intentional racist slurs laid out by the bigot. Not based on colour per se but on culture and history , in this case my own culture and history . This culture and history will also be Michaels, so how do I ensure that he developes the same love as I do but also has respect for other people's as well.
A hard one, but perhaps by openess and encouraging him to explore other people's cultures and beliefs and most importantly by teaching him respect we may get somewhere.

Just perhaps being English is about being open and fair minded - I certainly hope so.


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Like mother like son

There is nothing like chocolate.
Well apparently there is something better - sharing a milky bar with your mummy...
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Feeding time

I am not going to say that Michael is head strong, but let's just say he in touch with his feminine side! Lunch time today was just such an occassion - somebody wa going to feed themselves and that was that.
And even though we have a long way to go on the table manners, our little man is growing up.
He is 18 months old today and it is hard to remember life before him.
Funnily enough the cat says she can remember being numero uno and ...
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Climbing at Grannies

Just in case the british mountaineering team are looking for new talent, Michael is available!
I am not saying how good he is but suffice to say we will be wall mounting our TV next week.
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Rave on

Just had to share. Have just spent a few hours setting up the surround sound in our lounge, and that is not easy with daddy's little helper I can tell you!

Any how all done and time to test it. Popped the new Faithless live DVD on and sat back to enjoy a little dance music. And then Insomia came on.

Was not surprised that Michael started to move with the best - what annoyed me was that he is already a better dancer than me!

Fun times and next we will try Him with some Prodigy...
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image test

Well let's see if images work
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Mobile test

Exploring mobile blogging!
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Where did we go?

Nowhere

well, actually, head over to www.petedean.org.uk for the pictures etc :)

A Weight Off My MInd.......

You may remember that Beccles carnival was a night to forget for me, well this means 2008 gets off to a good start (and thank you to Giles for inviting me to celebrate the news)

http://new.edp24.co.uk/content/news/story.aspx?brand=EDPOnline&category=News&tBrand=edponline&tCategory=news&itemid=NOED04%20Jan%202008%2018%3A44%3A33%3A280

Messy Eater

Well - a man cannot remain on milk for all his life....

(Most chaps will have a breast fetish for all their lives, and it is nothing to do with sustenence or nutrition... we just LIKE funbags...)

So, anyway, young Michael is now being weaned. Obviously he is just having things like petit filou and baby rice and the odd ruby.... (No I am not joking - a good dhall is ideal baby food!)

Currently his favourite is Petit filou - raspberry by preference - the only down side is that he thinks it is some kind of body paint as well... and it makes a great projectile.... his recent experiment in using it as a form of feline shampoo was a failure however... Gabby was not impressed.

Having said that, just how far will a small pot of Petit Filou stretch? the answer is a lot further than you think - if I have to redecorate anywhere shortly I will ask Michael to come in for the painting - he is able to get it all over the place.....

(No picture of me this time - especially not after such a loving comment by Ash... thanks mate, I appreciate your candour, wit and charm.... and could you feel the love... LOL)

Marching onTogether

After Eric's subtle post, I thought it best to provide a quick image.

Here we both are on the first day of the football season, when we went to see my parents. My father has always tried to humiliate me by pointing out, in a "reet northern" accent, that I was born in "bloody Macclesfield so where I get this bloody Leeds stuff from...." Having said that he is a Scum fan - sorry, Manchester United follower.....

No matter what team Michael chooses, I will have these photos of him in a proper shirt.... and the shirt I have on is a replica of the 1972 strip - sad man that I am, but I have over 30 Leeds strips....

And yes, he is wearing Nike Trainers :)

Talking Gibberish

Yep - I know I can talk gibberish - anyone who has seen me lurching around the pub after a few ales, especially when football has been on will vouch for that fact.
Indeed, I believe I am fluent in Gibberish, Drunkenese and the obvious "Talking Bollocks" - and according to Val, I do it very well.

But I have caught myself talking baby now. And why do we do it?

I always used to think that parents talking to babys was silly - but now I do it... sound like I am playing golf with Brucie, Tarby et al - its all "Sockies" "Vesties" and "tootsies". Having struggled to pronounce assorted african phrases that friends have tried to teach me, now I am mangling my own language.

You know what - I don't care at all :)

This week coming Michael will be welcomed into the football fold as he sits with a swearing daddy sweating over an England game.... welcome to a life long curse son - you will both get used to it, and wonder why we do it.....

Been a long time

and apologies for that - but, I and we are back.

I sit and watch michael a fair amount these days, and I still have that wonderstruck expression. Actually Val says I look more moronic than normal but.....

Couple of things have occured to me though. Michael likes to sleep with his hands over his head - lying there like some comatose raver, passed out like a late 1980's clubber..... wonder why that occured to me....

Then I realised why. His vision is starting to come along now, and he can detect colours, and shapes and all sorts of interesting things. So - remember the scene in Father Ted where Father Jack drank the toilet cleaner and was hallucilnating? Well - I guess that is what Daddy's little raver gets to see..... I will start monitoring for signs of dancing now....

Also, Today I was actually at home for when he woke up. Val carefully and tenderly brought him into bed and sang him what she called the "Morning song":

Good Morning Michael
Good morning son - and so on - all at a civilised eight o clock

Compare that to the way that he is normally woken up when I am on an early shift. The precursor is the "cat fart" at 0400 - this is our Balines Princess' normal wake up call for breakfast - she just sits there and purrs as I awake choking on the noxious fumes.
(Of course it is the cat that does this - we all know that ladies do not do bottom burps, even if they are lying there with a beautificv smile as I gasp for breath....)

Normall I manage to doze untill the clock radio starts at 0615 - and as we all know what does the 0 stand for - OH my god it is early....
Val, god bless her, likes radio two, so i have that silly annoying bint Sarah Kennedy, mumbling away like some deranged talking advert for the polyfilla school of make up.
So - little Michael hears her quietly burbling away about tripe, closely followed by my rash of expletives aimed at her.

Next he hears me stomping to the shower - and the normal blood curdling cries as I realise that some one, and there is a short list of one on this issue, has turned the bleeding thermostat to cold.... obviously the exact words are difficult to discern due to me having three adam's apples at this stage.
Shower done, he hears me stumbling down stairs, trying to both swear at and negotiate the mobile trip wire called the cat. (I am male - I do not do multi tasking!)
Then back up stairs and drop off another cup of warm hemlock for val, stare and smile at michael then get dressed as it is time to leave for work.

Of course then we have the favourite words then that wake him up screaming every time - get used to hearing them son:

"Honey, can you just......?

sometimes I go to work for a rest.....

Kitten for Sale?

Now I have to admit that I do not have the largest amount of patience in the world - indeed, I do tend to be quite pedantic about being treated correctly at all times; (And no, treating a princess correctly does not involve a late night drive through the streets of Paris either), but this has got beyond a joke now.

The two legs' kitten is starting to take over the house.

I will say that again - the two legs' kitten is taking over MY house.

Before it arrived, the two legs spent a lot of time working on one room, and I did have respect for their efforts on my behalf - the upholstery was exquisite both for lying on and for claw sharpening, and there were many places to nap comfortably - and lets face it, beauty like mine needs to be worked on with beauty sleep.

Then the kitten arrived - and, I know you will not believe me, my Humans started to ignore me - would you believe I have even had to wait to be served anyone of the 6 or so meals a day my coat deserves?

But, I have a cunning plan. I have opened an ebay account, and am going to sell the kitten as cuddley toy - no one will be any wiser after all.

He does work quite well as a cuddley toy.... sniff

hmmmmm has an odour - of cat nip on him...... {ppppppuuuuurrrrrrr}

he may not be auctioned just yet!

Big Love to my many fans

Gabi

xxx

A Rough Weekend

apologies for not updating this recently, but I have been a little unwell - http://new.edp24.co.uk/content/news/story.aspx?brand=EDPOnline&category=News&tBrand=edponline&tCategory=news&itemid=NOED24%20Jul%202007%2008%3A57%3A13%3A703 for more information, and yes that is my head!

OK - so we are now into the second month.... and Michaels personality is really coming out - he is now looking at his parents as well as smelling them.... apparently this is normal, but I do suspect that Gabby the Balinese Princess had something to do with it.
He still hates baths... typical boy then! And he has discovered that his sprinkler does work.... I am used to it from work, but at work I am wearing a plastic apron :)
Val says she has had a smile out of Michael.... All I have so far is the odd facial contortion as he tries to get a tune out of his bottom flute..... lots of wind these days!

I am hoping to have some more pictures for people to look at soon

Save Money on Bedding!

you know it makes sense - do not bother buying any bedding for your own bed as there is every good chance that a certain little monster will not enjoy the muggy weather and keep all around him awake... all the time!

Tetchy?

Maybe it was the emergence of the sun - I know it has been a rumour in the UK for a few weeks now, but occassionally we do get sunshine - but what with it being Wimbledon, all we have had since Michael was born is rain, rain and for light relief - storms :)

But today was different - "SUNSHINE" Now Val took him out, carefully protected, covered up etc, for a few hours this morning - where else? Shopping of course, but since then, he has been a grumpy little toad - as grumpy as a Leeds United fan watching his team implode, again...

So - not much sleep I fear in the Dean household tonight - even the cat is sitting there with her paws in her ears, muttering about maybe just getting comfortable over Michael's mouth....

Salute all, welcome to parenthood!

Time to Buy a lottery ticket

One of the major bits of advice I was given about young Michael, was to make sure that his sprinkler was vovered while changing him... apparently they can spray quite well, and for a fair distance :)
So, I have always been careful - unlike my lovely wife....

Now we all expect the sprinkler system to well, sprinkle - but young Michael is a talented boy and managed to poo up Mummy's arm - right up to the elbow.

Unfortunately, this did happen right in front of me and I really tried to keep a straight face - shame I failed :)

So, I got slapped big style, and even more so when I suggested that she should go buy a lottery ticket.....

and yes, I am still grinning about it :)

First thoughts.....

If the cat can post to this blog, so can a baby!

My Daddy thinks I'm precocious as I'm already becoming a little magpie - he wears a silver chain and I hang onto it every time he picks me up. Like father like son I say.

I know just how lucky I am to have a Daddy like mine. He takes his turn with making me presentable for my audience in the morning, has got the changing routine down to a 'T' and makes sure Mummy is fed and watered at regular intervals. She has to keep her strength up to feed a little Hobbit like me - I'm a Hobbit only when it comes to the amount of times I need sustenance rather than the hairy feet thing I hasten to add.

I'm learning so much from him even at this stage. I can't quite reach the keyboard when he lays me on his lap whilst he's gaming, but it won't be long before he will be blaming the strange in game messages on me rather than the cat. Now I just have to find where the hotkey is for the expletives.........................

Couple of quick points

Just a quick thank you to all those who sent their best wishes - wether it was by email, text, smoke signal or what ever - we really did appreciate it :)

Fast update - Michael has just lost his umbilical bit - if that makes sense... I really must find that before the cat starts chewing it and gets the flavour....

Speaking of the moggy - she assures me she has put claw to paper again and will let me have it soon.... (She seems to be ok with Michael at the minute - I do however note that the pair of them seem to be having a farting contest, and I thought that there was nothing worse than a canned cat fart.....)

Grand parents on my side are happy... speechless, but happy :)

Baby head wetting is set for 27 th june - oh dear what a shame... my birthday.....

salute all :)

oh my

as I type this, Michael is asleep on my lap, and Val is getting some much deserved rest herself.

Yes we do have some photos, actually we have shed loads of pictures, but, I am not really ready to post them yet - rather, I am sitting here trying to put into words what I feel.

It isn't easy - especially if you do not do emotion LOL!

I look down at my son.. our son - you know what I mean, and i get choked up - I want to do so much for him, and to just give him all i can.

***
and yes, for those who wondered - i do change the nappies, and yes, I do burp him etc :)

Introducing Michael Peter

born at 2230 on 19th June 2007, weight 6 15
Mother and baby doing well
Val has to stay in for a couple of days but all went smoothly

I will post more when I can

LOADING - Please Wait

or it may be a false alarm
seems as if the bump is moving - the baby obviously wants to pop out as it heard me tinkering with the falco this morning, and the pure power of the V Twin may well have been too much for it
(Apparently we have contractions every seven minutes.... personally, I am quite looking forward to this - but then I am not the one with a football to expel!)

will try to keep people posted

Alea Jacta Est

well, 5 or so weeks till the babe arrives, and to celebrate, I am off for a few days.

(Hence the title - it is, in many ways, the last roll of the dice for me as a dad too be)

For those of you who have not heard, we do know the sex of our baby - but are keeping it quiet. Tied in with that, we are helping a friend out with some fundraising for Cancer Relief - for those of you close enough, pop in to the Butchers arms and by a ticket for a pound - you will get to draw a name, and the right names are in there - winner gets something... probably spirits based :)

So, be safe all, am off to hampshire, london and leicestershire over the next 3 days...

I do hope this baby likes bikes!

Star Child?

Well, off we went to see the Midwitches and their friends, and got to play with the scanner.

Now, I admit that I am a bit of an anorak about Sci-Fi - but does anyone else remember 2001 a Space odyssey?

Remember the Star Child that appears at the end of the film?

Well - there it is in all its glory.

But the scan showed something very similar - in fact I said it aloud.

(I got the obligatory strange looks, but hey, I can deal with that!)

Now that is scary!

Anyway, Babe is fine, fighting fit and seems to react well to Mother having a little curry.....

Now then, the question is - do we have a baby girl or boy - we do know, but we are keeping it quiet, and will be a suprise for all of you :)

(Gabby doesn't mind so long as the baby balinese has good fur, and walks on four legs, not like her stupid two leg humans....)

Getting all hippy....

Now, I am a chap of a certain age... and yes, I have been known to have long hair, and just maybe some of my shirts have been a tad flowery - but I am not really a hippy.

BUT

I am getting all into love and peace, and planet saving - I see pictures of whales and want to hug them... I walk around dandelions and smile at butterflies..... and, yes, I have been listening to Pink Floyd again. (And no - not the later stuff, the wish you were here era....)

So, what brought on this latest episode of Lentil Loving?

The baby's heart beat.

I went off with She Who Must Be Obeyed to visit the Midwitches and they played this great game with some device or another - and there was Barney - loud and clear.
Now he did have a kind of hard acid house beat thing going on - like 140 beats per minute, but then he is daddy's little raver :)

Now, you remember Dark side of the Moon? that heart beat that just runs through the whole album, and makes you feel all kind of loved up? That is nothing mate - abso-bloody-lutely nothing - to hear that little heart beat hit a chord with me

So - am off to find some more whales to hug - I may even look kindly on the inhabitants of Lesbos....

Raising the child properly

Well, it was always going to be a hard one - do I raise the child with a love of the beautiful game, and foster that love by taking them along to either Norwich or Ipswich, or do I raise them properly....

I chose the path less well trod!

So, much to my delight, and Val's disgust, I have bought a replica leeds strip for the 6 to 9 month old. Now before the assorted people start commenting, yes I do realise that there will be plenty of opportunities to parade the baby at assorted Division 1 grounds next season - now sod off the lot of you :)

Val of course has expressed no interest in such an important decision... and i believe my father remains a Man U scum fan - bleeding glory hunters! Mind you, I think Val got off lightly - I did see a rather pleasnt little ducati that I though would be a lovely new born present......

Daddy goes shopping....

Well, life can be strange, and nothing is stranger than a dad to be shopping for the babe to be....

Now I am not going to go into any detail at all, but lets just say our first baby will not be having any brothers or sisters - am fairly certain that when Val finds out what I have bought she will be looking for me with a carving knife and a rusty spoon...

And, no, it is not a new computer for junior... and No, it is not his own ickle motorbike that daddy will ride in for him....

Any guesses ?

daddy's little hooligan

So, today I decided to have a good feel around the wife's bump - no not for that reason... that is what got me into this mess in the first place!

Sure enough, Barney woke up, established that someone was poking around and decided to stick the boot in. (Why do I have a mental image of a baby with those cute little bootsies on... looking like Doc Martins!)

It did feel strange - we have about 12 weeks to go, but to feel our child like that was... well, wierd. I suspect those weeks are going to go very quickly now, and the end of June will soon be here.

Gabby is going to be in for a shock - I suspect that she is probably going to adopt the babe as her own kitten - and I also think that the baby is going to get very confused about who Aunty Gabby is..... and if the baby gets weaned on catnip treats I will not be at all surprised!

As for me - I am still endorsing the idea that breast is best for the baby..... that should save me a few nights' sleep :)
Next up - ante natal classes start soon.... scary!