While M was taking a well-deserved nap, myself and Finn took the oportunity to take the pram for its first public outing with a Finn inside it. As you can see from this exciting action pose (he's in there somewhere, honest!) the pram is a very racy machine in pillar box red - the kind of hot rod that Clarkson or the Hamster would relish taking for a spin...
So we went for a stroll in East Park, the vast expanse of green grass, watery bits and muddy paths that is, rather handily, just round the corner from our humble abode. I took Finn to see the ducks but, for reasons best known to our week old sleeping and content young 'un, he wasn't the least bit interested:
I took a few pictures as we strolled around but M says they remind her of Weekend At Bernie's. We had planned to go for a coffee in the park's rather nice cafe but it is Closed for Cleaning for a week (that's some intense cleaning, I fear the place might dissolve). Shame, as I was looking forward to taking Finn out of his comfort zone and showing him off to all and sundry for the mandatory "ooohs" and "aaaahs" and "aaaaws" that new babies command. That shall have to wait until the next journey.
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone for all the nice comments, emails, Facebook messages etc and all the traditional paper-based greetings cards that we've received following Finn's arrival. They all mean a lot, are really appreciated and have filled us with a nice warm glow. Actually, no, that's probably another nappy that needs changing.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Test drive...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Settling in...
Things change dramatically with a Finn in the house. The hours of daylight and darkness are all the same to us as we care and feed (not me, this one, my breasts are not designed for such a task) and clothe the little tyke. It is great but it is also incredibly numbing - a bit like having a heavy dose of morphine injected directly into the brain or, for the drug intolerant, being clubbed over the head with a mallet. The last two mornings have resulted in me slumping on the sofa with Finn sleeping on my chest as I watch my new favourite Channel 4 programmes My Big Gay Prom, Sex & the Soaps and Teenage Taboos. I was in such a mood when the community midwife called to see us just as My Big Gay Prom was reaching its stunning climax - ie, a big gay prom - that myself and Finn had to adopt the same slumpy/chest position and watch the entire show again on Channel 4 +1 when community midwife had left us to it. I should add that there are many more aspects to my parenting skills than watching daytime telly with a son on my chest. But, in saying that, our whole days appear to revolve around the pivotal moment when the three of us manage to have a relaxing hour at 12.30-1.30pm watching Loose Women together. I wonder if these early TV choices will have an impact on the boy's development? This is a wonderful life - I would recommend it to anyone.
