Monthly Archives: January 2009
Saturday, Saturday
Weekend at last and all is fine in Chez George (although I can hear Rachel vigorously patting his back now to settle the little fella). This morning George had the pleasure of Daddy doing the poopy nappy change, and Daddy had the pleasure of discovering what appeared to be a mustard spill in George’s pants. ...
End of week 2 (well, almost)
Well, although George isn’t quite two weeks old, we’ve managed to get him this far without any real damage (the little face scratches are self-inflicted – little dude needs fingernail trimming). He came down to Daddy’s work again, and once again was practically comatose until the final stretch home, at which point he rather vocally...
Weight gains, heel pricks and sleep
Little dude has been sleeping up a storm – went to the doctor’s today (apparently he’s regained his birthweight), hit Pacific Place to do some shopping, and then came home – and pretty much slept through the whole experience. This could explain the reluctance to sleep at night. Oh dear.
He had his heel prick test...
Kung Hei Fat Choi!
Happy Chinese New Year as they say! George narrowly avoided being an Ox and was born in the last week of the Year of the Rat. I wouldn’t have a clue what characteristics a Rat is supposed to exhibit, but I’m imagining “hairy” is one of them. The little tyke’s hair is as bushy as...
A few more before I go to bed
Honestly, I just can’t get enough of this little guy. His expressions are just too hilarious. I love the casual hand placement in the second one. What a little duuuude.
The Daily George – Tuesday
We’re in the middle of Chinese New Year, and it’s pretty cold outside – although on the plus side, I have most of the week off and it’s lovely and warm inside the apartment.
The little chap is coming along nicely, and has learned to simultaneously burp and fart at the same time (I’m so proud)....
George’s first walk
We took George out for a walk yesterday, and I can confirm that it takes the better part of an hour to prepare a 3kg baby for a 2km walk. And he doesn’t even walk yet.
Grandma and Mummy kitted the little fella out and prepared his stuff for the Lord of the Rings-esque journey down...
Sunday, Sunday
The nights are getting better, although we’re gradually realising that George’s late evening slumbers are the main reason that he’s reluctant to nod off when we want him to during the night. We’re still learning about his little sleeping and feeding patterns – lots to learn…
It’s almost lunchtime, and… nah. Rather than bore you with...