Backwards

He keeps his clothes on when he's swimming at the beach (blue t-shirt on the left photo), and strips down when he's at home reading.  Weirdo. .

(Photo on the top right was taken on the way home from the beach.  Poor kiddo was completely knackered.)

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Parklife

Dragonboat Festival today, which meant a rather lovely day off.  We had friends around for brunch this morning - Rachel whipped up scrambled eggs, bagels with dill + lemon cream cheese, blueberry muffins and a fruit platter, while  I went beserk on the coffee machine, knocking out seven flat whites in record time.

In the afternoon we shot down to the Cyberport waterfront park with Milo (George's BFF) and his family - it was fantastic, but crikey it's humid now.

The first photo pleases me - George looks like he's effortlessly busting through an opposition backline while giving his parents on the sideline a casual nod (I've dreamed about this moment hundreds of times - although in my dreams he's a bit older and he's not wearing cloth nappies):

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A few more from the afternoon:

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Words | Mischief | Angelo

Bunky's words are really coming along.  Sort of.  A few new ones popped up this week: "Boppy" (Poppy, the cat), "May!" (May, his nanny), "Bye bye", "Ball", "Baaaaaa" (that's "Bath", actually) and "Down" (when he wants to get on the floor). Tonight's pre-bedtime conversation was rather amusing.  Some people may find it more amusing than others...

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Me: "George, say Momo? Aunty Momo?  Momo?"

George: "Momo.  Momo."

Me: "Good boy!  Say 'Jane'?  'Jaaaane'"

George: "Nah."

Me: "George, come on - say 'Jane'?"

George: "Naaaah."

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Sorry Aunty Jane.  I'm not making it up - your beloved sister was standing right there.

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A few cellphone photos of the Bunkymeister the other day.  I got home a little early on Friday, and as I got changed, George took it upon himself to snoop around the drawers and under the bed.  Apologies for the quality of these - they were taken on my phone in somewhat crappy light:

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I'll leave you with a few photos of my friend and fellow camera nut, Angelo.  On Friday night we wandered around Central taking random photos and playing with different lenses - good fun.  I lasted until about 9pm and then came home.  Angelo finished up at 4am.  I am getting olllllllld.

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Possible careers for George

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Just to celebrate the pollution finally leaving us (thanks to a bit of wind and rain), here are a few photos of the harbour.  On a nice day, it's pretty hard to beat.

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This was taken from my office.  Unfortunately, my view isn't this good - it's mostly trees on the hill next to us.  I had to contort myself a bit and use a longer lens (85mm) to get this shot

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Taken from our lounge this morning.  Notice the weird panel at the bottom right with the different hue?  Rachel broke that window a few years ago with an iron (the shirt-ironing kind of iron, not the golf club kind), and the person that replaced it used glass that didn't quite match the rest of the windows.

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