mr. smelly jr.

um, yeah, so i know nobody really needs to read a blog entry about my 7 week old son’s bowel movements but i couldn’t help but mentioning that i just changed his nappy and it smelt exactly like a McDonald’s hamburger.  no i am not tryin to make some comment about the quality of said hamburgers, just a straight forward observation.

’twas weird.

nicknames

the good lady wife has a habit of giving nicknames to everything; the cat (bean), the husband (turnip, stink etc) and of course the baby.

during the pregnancy he was variously ‘the grub‘, ‘his royal highness pointy-arse‘ and a range of other things along the way.

and now he is out nothing has changed; ‘turnip jr‘ gets regular usage but my personal favourite is when trying to feed and he is distracted or just won’t latch on properly for some reason and she trots out… ‘ferret lips‘ – all in good fun of course.

time vacuum

as the good lady wife said the other day…

“What did we do before we had a baby?” 

summer poem

no, i ain’t written didley-squat in an age but Kami sent this one through and i like it so thought i’d share

the summer girls draw me in

with their tanned skin and firm limbs

light cotton dresses that hint at so much more

I lean in close to them

straining to hear something

taste something

just to feel the summer

as its scent drifts in their wake

the summer girls don’t know

                                                            how close behind

                                                        the winter will follow

by Kami http://www.myspace.com/tappingthesauce

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERUSHA!!

 

Otto

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