Ruby and her reflection
Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
No words really. Cute ain’t she?
The laird.
No words really. Cute ain’t she?
The laird.
The boys returned from the hairdressers. Sams looked very smart. I love him with longer hair but lately he has looked like a blummin’ scarecrow! Now he looks like Zac Efron. Whitwoo!
Tom looks super-smart. He’s had a kick-ass haircut. Pretty short on the sides AND top. He suits it like that though as his hair grows like a loo brush!
Peace out
The Laird x
Basically consists of me going swimming with Sam while Tom has his lesson. Alternate weeks Ruby and A. come too. When it’s just me and Sam we do lengths (Sam routinely laps me) and Sam practices his tumble turns and dives too.
Ruby is a bit grumpy today. Not sure but maybe it’s cos I caught her necking my coffee this morning.
The boys have just gone out for thir hair cutting with A. They used to go to any old barber with me but now they have it styled.
Sam (10 but with a 14 year old Cypriot girlfriend!!) uses GHDs! Times have changed man, times have changed.
Anyway, later folks x x
The Laird.
Dodged a bullet here! He wanted some Gormiti figures for £8. I also got a new suit today to wear at my cousins wedding in a couple of weeks.
It’s darn sarf. We’re going to Legoland for a couple of days first. Should be fun.
Anyhoo, ta-ta for now.
My brave boy! Hardly had a sniff of gas ‘n air. Never cried. Mouth wiiiide open. Filling done. He cool I tell thee, he cool!
He was a bit wobbly after the happy air but did a nice thing. He’s getting a bit big for the old public expression of love with ole dad but the second he was done he jumped up grabbed my arm and pulled it round him. Twas a happy moment!
Yours,
A chuffed ‘n proud dad.
Tom is at Cannon St. dental clinic today. He was very anxious last time. He has weak back molars and so needs a filling. Due to him being stressed he is going to have happy gas. I’ve looked it up and it’s something that wears off after ten minutes or so. Still, I don’t know whether he’ll be ok to go back to school.
It’s a bugger being a dad sometimes. I can tell he is anxious and it’s rubbing off on me. It’s a tough thing knowing he is going to have something done which is going to hurt and I’ve just got to sit there.
To be fair I’m going to buy him a new game or something this weekend to reward him for being a brave boy.
I’ll let you know how it goes later!
So… I’m back. Ruby is now 18 months old. She has hair walks and talks. She only says dada, Nama (mama) ‘oggie (doggie), ‘am (sam) and ‘oma (Thomas)
She also says ‘iya and whassat (what’s that) as well as Ta when she wants something.
She saw the HV last week who said she is fine. Also said to get her a potty cos she knows when she is going.
Rubys latest habit is to strip nekkid as soon as she gets in the house. Good times. But… she sits there playing with her la-la. Bad times
– The Laird
…. But I’m back!
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