When Tony was a little boy, his nickname was Sheeds, named for Kevin Sheedy, who wore number 10 for the Richmond Tigers all those years ago.
Keeping in that tradition, we’ve taken to calling Albert “Richo”. Usually when he decides to spit the dummy.

Today I was supposed to be helping Daniel move house, that is until Rae pointed out that she might find it nice to spend some time with grown ups doing grown up things.
Fine, I’m pretty busy with work at the moment so I would stay home with kids and get some of this new site […]

Saw a friend off last night during her retirement dinner. Cos it was with work crew, I knew I had to take Albert along, or be lynched. Good thing I did, cos once I got there, he was taken off my hands and I didn’t see him for a good half hour.
Anyway, while at the […]

It was 10 weeks ago today that the little man made his appearance. Really doesn’t seem that long ago. In the same amount of time, it will be the end of 2005. I can’t believe it’s that close to Christmas and the New Year already.
All too soon I’ll be back at work and wondering […]

Found these today for a bargain basement price of $1 each. I love selling on ebay. Means I can happily (non-guilt-filled) shop.

Today we bought a new hat.

Cuts quite the dashing figure doesn’t he?
But don’t you try to take it off him.

He may fight you for it!

Change him into a disposable just in time to go shopping. Put him on the floor as I dash about getting together the shopping list, my purse and keys. Then it happens. The grunting. I can hear his face get redder all the way from over here.
I guess I’m lucky I’ve just changed him into […]

Most mornings of late we’ve been woken by our little boy grunting. He seems to like about 5.00am to start the grunts, and they keep on going until, well, we all know why he’s grunting.
This morning though we were woken by something new. Our boy has found his voice. He’s been making the odd non-grunt […]

I know hon. You’re over it. The whole fussing over each 13th of the month.

Tis a bit tiring, eh?
Still, glad to see you can muster a grin to show your Mum just how happy you are.

And you don’t know how happy that makes your Mum.

My poor boy. He screamed. I cried.

It was all over and I was to leave the needle stabbing area and go back to the waiting area for 15 minutes and the woman handed me the box of tissues. I just couldn’t stop.
It was altogether awful.
Next time, he’s going to be there for it.