Ironing To Fix Latching

We just had a very impromptu get together of old friends, the kind that doesn't happen very often and generally happens more by accident than design. Christmas is always a good time for these gatherings when people are home and their food and wine guards are down a little. There seem to be more and more additions to each of these as they happen in the form of baldy babas. Linda and Siamak also announced they had gotten married recently :) Best news we've heard in a long time so big congratulations to them. Great to see everyone and great to see everyone in such good form. I have some photos but to save the blushes of all involved I won't publish them - let me know if you want to see them and I'll mail them to you directly. A quick plug for Nora's website : http://www.walnutbooks.com/ a great place to go to buy great books. Check it out.

My Grandad

This little lady is really coming into her own. She's gone all solid and sturdy, she smiles at anything that moves and has one of the most pleasant personalities I've ever met. She's recently found her voice, her belly laugh and her hands and has spent most of the Christmas holidays either playing woozy-dextrously with her little grab toy she got from Santa or shoving her fist in her mouth to self soothe. The photo above was taken on the morning of her christening as she awaited the arrival of her gown. Someone said that they have a bajillion photos of their first child and none of their second. I'm trying real hard not to let that happen but it is indeed a struggle. I heard an interesting quote on the wireless over the Christmas break where someone said that while having one child will turn your life upside down, there was no difference between having 2 kids and 9 kids. With 2 children (or 9), while you attend to one, the other(s) tear the place apart. Speaking of tearing the place apart....


Here's D doing a wooden toy | wooden figure mashup on Christmas day. When asked why the 3 kings and Mary had been loaded up onto the back of a truck she said they were going to the shop. What for we enquired - what could be important enough to drag them out on bad roads on the most important day of their little wooden, molded-for-purpose lives.....? To buy milk was the response. Milk and toast. Baby Jesus must have had latching issues. Imagine calling to a modern maternity ward to visit a newborn and mother with the ever practical gifts of gold frankincense and myrrh. You'd probably be sent off immediately to get something more useful like a Hello magazine or ....milk. Yesterday she had her ironing board and little wooden iron and was ironing the tiny wooden Jesus. No idea what was going through her head on that one but I'm liking her take on conventional religion.


Got some really good feedback for the CDs which a lot of you received recently, so thanks for that. I've been grabbing loads of new stuff from the short lived "best of" blogs and I've ordered tonnes of CDs from Amaxon with the kindly received birthday and Christmas vouchers so I'll be busy between places in January filtering out the peanuts from the shit. Can't wait.