Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Featherstone Visit
Monday, October 24, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Doing my Nut in
Ben is going around the house singing the title line of Goldie Lookin' Chain's (terribly unsavoury) "Your missus is a nutter" (which he adapts to "daddy", "mummy" or "sister" is a nutter depending on who is in the room with him at the time).
Lovely.
I think it's time to wean him off Radio 1...
Friday, October 07, 2005
Victorian Week
Eastbourne is in the throes of its annual "Victorian Week".
This may not sound terribly scintillating, but when you're living in a geriatric stronghold of England, it has all the vibe of Glastonbury. As someone who has probably spent about 950 hours (despite that "DP" warning) sitting through or delivering History lessons, I felt obliged to muster up some enthusiam.
As part of the festivities, Ben's school (http://www.androvian.co.uk/) reverted to education `a la 1877. The kids and staff dressed up yesterday (Ben eyed sweet Miss Green's cane suspiciously) and played hopscotch and marbles at playtime.
Thanks to Jon and Sal for getting married last year and to Mike for the socks
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Visiting the Burbridges
I don't think this photo quite captures what it's like to be stuck in a living room on a mizzly autumnal day with two hungry infants and two chocolate disgestive fuelled children (fighting over Po because they've both decided that red is their favourite colour).
Ah Cathy, how our lives have changed since we sat in the "Union" sipping our R2 glasses of wine.
But we wouldn't have it any other way...
Ben, Greg, Abi and Anna
Thanks!
Thanks to everyone for the Birthday wishes yesterday. I really had a great day, although I was flatout at work. The Weber really surprised me and thanks to everyone who knew about it but didn't say anything. Now that I have the real thing, please come and visit!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Happy Birthday!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
First Supper
Despite every intention to wait until UNICEF’s recommended 6 months, we succumbed to our hungry infant’s appetite yesterday.
Anna loved her organic Spanish butternut (probably not as exotic as it sounds). Ben delighted in the messy job of feeding his little sister (guess it beats crayola on the living room wall).