Back up to speed

So

• we went to St Ives for a much-needed week's holiday, which excited Dom so much that he'd wake up at 4:30 every morning in order to pack as much into his day as possible
• the boy loved the biggest sandpit that he'd ever seen but was more than a little disconcerted by the big wobbly frothy swimming pool he found at the end. Inspired by Evie, and equipped with an as yet undeveloped waterproof camera, we took him for a paddle which he hated.
• chilling in his sun-tent on the beach watching the ladies go by, he liked
• a succession of grey-haired well-meaning types insisted that just 'a little bit' of a Cornish Cream Tea wouldn't hurt him (gluten, sugar, dairy, hello?)
• we took two trips to the swimming pool where I found the two or three seconds that Dominic will happily swim underwater for seemed to take forever, but he loved that too
• In my first week back at college my class notes read

  teething, symptoms of: irritable, fretful, clinging, difficulty sleeping, cry more, extra saliva, lots of chewing, sometimes warm/red cheeks

  and a light may as well come on over my head. I immediately began to regret all the pre-dawn threats to float him out to sea on his changing mat and realised his rosy glow may not after all be down to harbourside pensioners slipping him a tot of scrumpy

All hail David Mirfin

I am the Daddy

Cool.

(edit 18/10/04 - at the time, this site or some offshoot of it was the #1 result for "wassock" on both Google and Yahoo. Ahh, fickle fame. If you ever happen to spot me bestriding t'interweb like a colossus again please leave a comment to tip me off. Cheers.)

Snowflake's chance

Following an unscheduled visit to the Health Visitor, we have been equipped with a sample pot and detailed to get a urine sample from Dom. Given that wringing out the morning nappy is apparently unacceptable (both to me and to the doctor), it escapes me as to how we're supposed to do this. The only time he can reliably be expected to do his mannekin pis impression is as he's lowered into a slightly warmer than he'd like bath - not particularly a time, especially as he gets ever more wriggly, when I feel I'm suffering from a surfeit of hands.

Like Topsy

So I had a little website, with a little traffic and some spare webspace. A friend was also about to become a proud Dad for the first time so I set him up with a bit of space and this clever Movable Type doober.

Little did I know, as he garrulously blogged Evie's May arrival and development, just how popular he was to prove to be - I stood back and watched the domain traffic skyrocket. After three months, I need fret no more since Webby (and his lightning fast refresh finger) no longer needs my hand-holding and has wandered off into the wide world (web) on his own at www.gingatopia.com. Sorry Jilly.