Just a quickie

No baby photos; but do feel free to join me in a couple of weeks at this delightful history course!

All is going well, have started to test out a routine that, fingers crossed, will have Ben sleeping through the night in no time at all (we've already got him down to waking up once a night).

Jan & Chris in Wellington for a few days last week and, despite my extreme knackeredness, we managed to gad about quite nicely. A brief summary of their visit:

Indian takeaway
Maranui Cafe
Mount Victoria
Dog walking
Haircuts
Sweet Mother's Kitchen
Te Papa colossal squid
Hurricanes cha cha cha!
Camper vans

What more can I say? Off to watch the Oscars red carpet now and comment on which "stars" I think should eat more pies.

laters gators

Oh You Handsome Devil...

Before I zonk out completely.

No photos yet, but after an epic battle the Ben-monster, also known as Wolfie Sparks, is finally here.

Jo went into labour at 4am on 13th February, we headed to the hospital at 12 noon, by 10.30pm (yes, PM) it was decided that the baby wasn't shifting and at 12.35am on February 14th he was delivered by casearean section.

He was 4.5kg/9.2lb, with blonde curly hair and freakishly big hands & feet.

Jo is knackered, Ben is knackered & I am knackered.

And at 1pm I am going to have a word with the receptionist who informed me that only "husbands" were allowed to visit between 1pm & 3pm.

Adios!

Oh I've thought of something to say!

We saw "Slumdog Millionaire" the other night.

It was okay, but really it's just a movie about how we gather pointless information mixed in with a slightly cliche lovers in peril story. Now I know alot of folk will chastise me for not thinking it was magical, but you must bear in mind that I like watching things like "Shoah", "Tell No One" & "Bambi", so there's no accounting for taste.

I can't even think of a title for this today.

I'm trying far far too hard to think of something to say that isn't "Still no baby", but it would appear that this is the only topic that anyone wants to discuss.

From this I can only assume that I am such a phenomenal hider of secrets and withholder of information that no one would ever assume that such a thing had happened from my demeanour alone. My semi-slacker part-time couple of hours a morning slackness job at the cafe is back on and everyday this week someone has said to me "Still no baby?" - do I really strike you as the type of person so dedicated to teh art of sandwich making that I wouldn't skip work to be with my newly first born child? Really? I think not.

So I put in this picture of a baby to keep you quiet.

Just to drive me even more insane the weather has turned to super rainy, but only when I go outside. Twice today I have been drenched - once collecting a parcel and once exercising the dog. Gert really needs more exercise today, but it is pissing down and I just can't face going out there and getting soaked again, plus she has dog day care tomorrow so she'll get tons of looning about then.

Jo is going nuthouse crazy because all she can do is one brief excursion a day before she's knackered and the rest of the time she's stuck indoors doing not very much. I know I should be relishing this pre-baby peace, but it would be alot more fun if Jo wasn't 41 weeks pregnant.

Oh, and she had the baby last week.


Just teasing.

I was going to be light-hearted

but then I foolishly read an article about the Australian bushfires, more specifically this paragraph -

Stories of lucky escapes and ghastly deaths emerged. Elderly couple Faye and Bill Walker and their son, who was in a wheelchair, had their car packed, key in the ignition and family dog in the back. But the fire beat them – their charred bodies were found metres away, inside the house.

I have the suspicion that if the coppers do catch the arsonists there's gonna be a lynchin'.

Still no baby

And I'm getting BORED!

Can you imagine what a great big pain in the arse I was every christmas/birthday? It's the bloody midwife's faut for saying she thought the Ben might be arriving a little early.

So now we are stuck (mostly) at home, though this morning we did venture to the beach and then to the library.

And all the dog does all day is sit and watch me in the desperate hope that I'll crack and take her for walk.

AND we've run out of Battlestar Galactica to watch. Bumflaps....

Is the UK broken?

My oh my, it's mighty snowy in your neck o' the woods isn't it?

I'm actually quite envious in a 'not really, but it looks pretty' way. That kind of cold would probably kill me now that I am a softy ex-pat, but I could get some decent mileage out of all my ski clothes.

No baby news yet, but I did just meet Monty (the 6 week old from across the street) who is destined to become Ben's best mate and/or arch enemy. He has sideburns already, flash git.

Off to write course book now. Allegedly.