July 2005 Archives
I am (sometimes) the daddy Dominic has started calling me Jimmy as well as Daddy, as his mood takes him. He's also beginning to put words together - 'Train book', 'Dom-dom's bum', 'Daddy's cup' (actually beercans that he's rescued from the recycling bin) and 'Jimmy Shoes'. He's fabulous my boy.
Not a number I spent half a weekend putting up a fence and gate to keep the little man in the back garden and stop him running out to see his beloved cars. He screamed blue murder for an hour, settled down to some sliding then came back with his thoughtful head on. He stared at the gate as if contemplating his next chess move, then reached up for the latch, pulled down and he was away, giggling dementedly as he ran
Horseplay With his grandparents up for the day, we took a trip out to an agricultural show at Nostell Priory where he was particularly taken with the horseys. So much so, that I turned round to find him having trundled under the rope to have a closer look at what a great big horse landing on the ground would look like. A quick dive, snatch and hurtle back to safety swiftly followed. I'd just about calmed down by the time he was on the roundabout.
Keith Lard Jr The worlds shortest health and safety rep wasn't keen on the Mongolian Barbecuing-ing of our Sunday lunch - greeting every flambé with a determined no-no-no-no-no and a vigorous headshaking. If only he were so safety conscious when it comes to climbing frames, running on concrete and standing up under tables.
(Also, Father's Day was great).
