He's a thousand years old. He built a boat. He's our son. Noah.: January 2013

Thursday, January 31, 2013

So what has Noah been up to?

Resting. Playing with teddy and cat. Smiling with mummy. Being cute. Crying. Smiling with daddy. Chewing his fists.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Stop the clock. Noah's first words came at 9 weeks.

Just after we stopped filming, Noah wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and said, with perfect enunciation, "Oh Mummy! You literally make me piss myself laughing. Would you be so kind as to change me, please?"

What a polite boy!

Mummy and Noah at 9 weeks

Noah does a great impression of Droopy

He even gets the hair right.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Thank you, uncle Bruxy

After a couple of weeks lost deep in the inefficient bowels of the Post Office, this morning Noah received a present from uncle Bruxy. Later that day Noah's great grandma said, "look Don, he's got a panda on his jumper!" Grandad replied, "Oh Fran! Only if it's a panda that's been dead for a few years!"

I thought that was pretty good.

"Mummy", said Noah, "I love my new clothes, I look like Captain Jack Sparrow."

Cheers, Bruxy! They fit perfectly and make him look badass!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A double bad day for Noah

Poor Noah had to have his first lot of immunisation jabs yesterday and it did not go down very well at all. It was a bit of an unexpected surprise for his unorganised mummy as well who thought it was just a routine weigh-in, head measurement and ball check. I had to hold him close to me and keep his little legs still so she could put needles in both legs. I explained to him that they have to do this to make sure that he doesn't get very sick. He looked up at me cheerfully and I held my breath. He flinched as the first one went in, took a deep breath and then his face started to go purple and then the screaming started. I wanted to cry. The second injection was no easier for him or me. His tears continued late into the night.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Noah's cage gets a makeover

Baby prison doesn't look too shabby afterall.

Thanks to the McG's for the lovely dino-bedding.

His cell mates certainly seem very welcoming.

Just don't drop your dummy Noah.

What do babies dream about?

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Noah: wondering about the mysteries of the universe

Noah, in quite bad taste, said that he had perfected his Hawking impression. He then cocked his head to one side, stopped moving, then said in a robotic voice: "I've been wondering about the mysteries of the universe since I was a baby." We laughed but then said that some people might find that offensive.

Noah is the top picture by the way.

We blew Noah up today

Of course we love him. He is, without doubt, the best thing to happen to us and is amongst the best things that has ever happened in planet Earth's history.

That's not to say he can't be bought down a peg or two every now and then. Sometimes parents have to do what parents have to do...

Click this to see Noah getting exploded...

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Highway to the danger zone has never been more apt.

If you are of a nervous disposition or have a weak stomach, look away now.

We were going to call him Maverick, after all.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Signs we loved. This was pre-Noah.

When we started showing these signs to Noah, he kept saying "I think I can remember that one" but there's no way he could. He wasn't even conceived until several countries, two van sales and a bottle of vodka later.

I digress. We took pictures of signs that made us laugh whilst travelling and had always had a blog post in mind where we show some of the greatest hits but we just never got round to it. Too busy, alright? Anyway, here they are in all their glory. We've captioned them with the original text. Enjoy.