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There's something magical about holding a four week old baby. The way they settle on the arm; their little claws grasping a finger to suck; relaxed in the safety and warmth of another body; the pacifying effects of the mighty St George guernsey. It's all too easy to imagine this is the way they are, all the time, but it's not of course. Try this quick quiz: what two things can babies do simultaneously that adults can't do ? Answer : swallow and breathe.
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My son is now 16 weeks old... I have no words to describe what waking up to him is like in the morning. As for swallowing and breathing... perhaps NOw is a good time to get them to learn the Didgeredoo - lol... ;-)
Posted by: Belongum | April 27, 2006 at 11:15 AM
I can no longer suck my toes like a baby can, either! I've try swallowing and breathing but have to give up one to achieve the other...or get prepared to turn purple! ;)
Posted by: lg | April 28, 2006 at 01:40 PM
Addendum....not that I WANT to suck my toes...not a very appetising thought! What might be good for Fergie...well...I won't go there! ;)
Posted by: lg | April 28, 2006 at 01:44 PM
Jesus bloody christ Adrian! You don't go putting a melon like that near such a young kid, you'll scar 'em for life. If I were you I'd delete that photo as fast as I could; it'll be used as evidence against you in later years, mark my words.
P.S. lg, you could always get somebody to do it for you.
Posted by: Dirk Thruster | April 28, 2006 at 07:04 PM
No worries Dirk, I'm not that irresponsible, the kid was asleep !
Posted by: adrian | April 29, 2006 at 05:29 AM
I thought about that, Dirk...but I've not found anyone lately worthy of such an honoured task! ;)
Posted by: lg | April 29, 2006 at 09:40 AM
My boy has made it to The Log! It's a moment he'll treasure all his life.
Posted by: The Paper Boy | May 03, 2006 at 04:57 PM
The pleasure was all mine Paper Boy. Reminds me to get onto the nla to ensure the Log endures.
Posted by: adrian | May 05, 2006 at 05:27 AM
how come the Forest Killer's kid gets an airing on this blog. I'm telling your mum that you are playing favourites.
Posted by: Paper Boys Brother in Law | May 15, 2006 at 05:49 PM
Mate, we're the forests best friend
Posted by: The Paper Boy | May 16, 2006 at 11:02 AM
Let me guess Forest Killer; you cut the trees down for their own good.
Posted by: Paper Boys Other Brother In Law | May 18, 2006 at 12:09 AM
Dear Paper Boys Other Brother in law,
You are not my brother-in-law because you are not my wife's brother, nor did I hide in dustbins on tour. If my memory serves me, I was really hard and threw one through a door.
As for the trees, we plant more than we take. Anyway, you're one to talk, supporting the killing machine that is Her Majesties Royal Air Force - hardly eco-friendly is it!
Posted by: The Paper Boy | May 18, 2006 at 09:37 AM
Brotherly squabbles aside...what a handsome granpa, eh?
Posted by: Kim | May 18, 2006 at 02:11 PM
Ok, so I'm your sister in law's husband, not your brother in law, but the point remains forest killer. I remember the incident of the bin and the door. That was five minutes before you picked a fight with a paratrooper wasn't it? What a great idea that turned out to be!
Posted by: Paper Boys Other Brother in Law | May 18, 2006 at 08:22 PM