Engagements and Anzacs

Wow, busy weekend... it is the end of Anzac day long weekend and I am tired. On Friday I woke up and thought to myself "how good is this country that my parents brought me into? You get to have a long weekend to celebrate an fantastic biscuit!" I said as much to Dad and he explained that Anzac day is actually a day of remembrance, where Australians remember the sacrifice of our soldiers in World War 1 and all wars since then. That is a lot for a little bloke like me to take in, but Dad seemed serious so I'll believe him, the biscuits are nice though...


Anyway we had guests at our place on Saturday afternoon, Peter, Sally and Hayden from Launceston came to visit. Apparently Dad used to work for Peter and Sally when him and mum lived near a dark and scary place called "Mowbray", from what Dad described he was some kind of secretary or something. Below is a picture of me meeting Sally and Peter, they were a nice bunch and gave me a beautiful plaque for my wall, as soon as Dad gets finger out and mounts it I'll put a pic up here.



On saturday I also got to go and visit Daddy's parents house. I was able to show off my new coat (from Nanny Luttrell) to Grandma Young and have a cuddle. Grandma was pretty busy getting ready for my Aunty Loretta's engagement party, but she still spent the time giving me a cuddle.


When Grandma had to go back to preparing I had a chat to my Aunty Anna on the coach, Daddy said that Aunty Anna is his youngest sister, she looked pretty damn old to me though!


On my request Dad experimented with the video function on his camera and I have uploaded a video of my conversation with Anna from his camera here, hopefully it comes out OK.

I also met Uncle Calum's friend Sam, she was friendly, but despite myself I am still not that good with strangers...


Now onto Sunday, this is the day of Aunty Loretta's engagement party, it was a pretty big party and I met lots of nice people. It was actually my first party, well at least my first where I wasn't in utero, Mum did have a baby shower. I didn't really enjoy that though, as they tend to be chick affairs anyway, but I digress...

Poppy Tom showed the finished product of the crane that he has built when we arrived for the party, it is pretty cool. He gave me a demo by lifting the back of his father's old Morris Commercial Truck, very strong, he explained how it is powered by 2 electric winches, one using a 2 - 1 mechanical advantage and the other using 3 - 1, nice work Poppy Tom!


I had a bit of a rest with Mum and Dad's friend Jill once we got into the party.


And also met Great Uncle Dennis, who is Daddy's Uncle.


This picture was when i was cuddling Auntie Grace, right before I pooed myself (my bad) and of course as Daddy said, whoever is holding me at the time that I go has to change my nappy... a good rule in his estimation! Anyway Aunty Grace is learning to be a nurse, so it won't be long before she has to change lots of different adults nappy's so she should be grateful I am small!


And last, but not least, me and Daddy relaxing after we got home from the party, we were pretty tired and both needed a breather so we kicked it on the recliner together. You know from this angle Dad's grey beard hairs are a lot more obvious...


Anyways I am tired and I need to get some sleep, so I am outa here, have fun...

Bye Bye

Good Night Everyone

Paddy

Another Northern Visit

Sorry I haven't updated my blog in a while, but Daddy went over his download limit downloading fight clips and so I haven't been able to get on line for a while. Daddy really needs to start realising that this is a family and it is about sharing and as much as I enjoy watching MMA (Daddy told me that that is Mixed Martial Arts for you oldies) with him it is not the be all and end all.

Anyway I'll stop bagging Daddy behind his back and get to the pics...

These are pretty much all taken up in Launceston at Nanny and Pa's house, we went up there on the weekend because Daddy said he had a craving for chocolate apple cake and he reckons he can smell it cooking from Hobart.

This pic is me wearing Pa's Bombers Beanie, apparently he is a fan and he wants me to follow suit, but when I found out that they are a football team and it has nothing to do with MMA I threw up (literally).



This is Mummy and me having a seat on the coach after I got changed from throwing up.


The next picture is very significant, it is the first Young family photo (well not the first I mean my dad was in his own young family and they had heaps of photos apparently, so not the first but for our special little immediate family it was the first and it was definitely my first!), not a bad looking bunch don't you think?


Whoops another Pa fantasy moment... honestly you can't fall asleep any where anymore!


I was pretty tired on Sunday arvo, but that didn't stop an onslaught from the Rats (my cousins), I had to indulge them for another photo, but I did a group one this time, I am nothing if not efficient.


FIGHT THE POWER!!!!! (Dad had Rage on in the car on the way north, it got me in the mood...)


This is my "I am cut, love me" face...


For some reason Dad forgot the flash on these next two pics, but I still look really cute, don't you think?



Anyways I have to get to bed it is late and Mum and Dad are both ready to do their own thing. Mum wants to watch "All Saints" and Dad has got 2 brand new 25kg Kettlebells to play with, so I'll see you all soon.

Love Paddy

PS Oh BTW I have some vids of me speaking (I know big deal right? I can already type fluently, but anyway Mum and Dad are excited so who I am to argue?) which I am going to post up here shortly.

Easter

Hi Everyone,

I have had a fantastic Easter with my family in Launceston at my Nanny's house. We went for a drive to Launceston on Easter Saturday afternoon because Daddy had a wedding to perform at lunch time. I don't remember much about the trip though because a combination of the car noise plus the tape of Metallica and Cake's greatest hits lulled me into a deep sleep, I was pretty tired when I arrived though and felt a bit dehydrated, I guess I should have said yes when we stopped at the Servo in Campbelltown and Daddy asked if anyone wanted a drink!


Here is a pic of me showing of my new hoody, basically showing how "street" I am.


Mummy put me in the front pack so that I could go for a walk around Lonny with her and Dad, of course I fell asleep though because they are so comfortable.


2 of Mummy and Daddy's good friends were in Lonny visiting from Melbourne and decided to drop in for a visit on Easter Sunday morning. I got a cuddle with both Sarah and Anders and also was given a beautiful present by them, it was a great collection of building blocks that make a sky scraper. Apparently the big joke is that you can knock them over and it looks like I am a giant baby doing a godzilla bit in the middle of the city, parents certainly do find the oddest things amusing... they call it "Attack of the 50 foot Baby!" cute...





Bloody Dad snuck up on me and got a picture of me getting my nappy changed at home, apparently he thought I had a cute look on my face, it was just a huge relief is all. I mean I had just done the worlds biggest deposit and Mummy cleaned me up, tell me you wouldn't have the same expression on your face?


Oh yeah and when I was in Lonny I met my great grandmother Luttrell who is Mum's Dad's Mum (Dad just told me that that is nearly a palindrome, but I won't know what that is until Grade 8 English...), she was pretty damn cuddly for an oldie.


Anyway I am outa here, gotta go and do my neck bracing exercises...

C ya

Paddy

whats been going on...

Well, its been a busy time, so busy that I haven't had time to do much in the way of blog updates, what with staying up for hours on end and doing my best to deprive mum of as much sleep as possible. One thing that we have managed to achieve though is expressing milk and giving it to me in a bottle, this is great because it means that Dad can feed me when Mum goes back to teaching at Tafe soon. Then again though eating has never been a drama for me, it is more timing when and how much I eat that causes mum a headache at night.


This pic is just me having a ball in the play pen, it is great it has flashing lights and reggae versions of nursery rhymes, Dad seems to think that the music is a bit repetitive and boring, but what would he know what kids like? He is so out of the loop...


I'll tell you what Dad does do well though, that is take me for a walk in the front pouch with Mum and also our cat Pearl who seems to always follow us around. We try and get one walk in a day where possible, and I find the rhythm of the walking and the closeness quite relaxing.


I am a bit stuffed when we get back from a walk though...


Dad wanted to post this pic as apparently this outfit was given to me by a couple of girls he worked in Alice Springs with and he wanted them to see the pic, the funny thing is that eyes on the kangaroo actually glow in the dark, fantastic.


Oh yeah I went to the Community Health Nurse yesterday and got weighed, apparently I am no 3.34kg (that is 9'9" for you oldies...), what a big boy I am!

Anyway I am heading to bed for a sleep, catch you all later.

Love, Paddy

a walk and a chime

Hi everyone,

I have had an exceptionally busy day today and as a result I am a bit grumpy and am trying to see how far I can stretch mum and dad's patience by grizzling flat out. It is really their fault anyway, because they missed out on getting a photographic record of a momentous occasion today... my first walk... no not my first steps, my first trip out for a walk (me in the pram). Can you imagine, Mum and Dad got the nappy bag, the pram, the shade cover, the bunny rugs, even a good CD for the drive to the walking track and what did they forget? The camera, honestly I don't blame Mum it is Dad who is hopeless!

After we got home though I had a feed and that put a smile on my dial (please see below), I think that is the first time that Dad has managed to capture my grin on camera I usually only do it when there is no camera around, but I was distracted and happy (who can blame me, breast feeding rocks!) so he managed to get this shot in.


You can see how I quickly tried to go back to a non smiling pose, but not fast enough I am afraid.


The other thing that I am immensely proud of is that since I pretty much made Dad sleep in a crap camp stretcher in a hospital for 2 weeks, he decided that he needed to go to his Osteo for what he referred to as a "post hospital stay - baby and sick mum related back disorder". I am only 2 weeks old and I am already causing dad back pain. Here is the thing though, when Dad got back from the Osteo he had this beautiful sounding chime that he hung on my cot, it turns out that it is 26 years old and belonged to the children of Dad's osteo Mike. Apparently Mike was so happy that I was born that he gave this gift to me without even meeting me, he is definitely a nice fella, not to mention the fact that he stopped Dad from moaning about a sore back for more than 5 minutes which is an achievement on it's own!

I made dad get a pic of the chime to hang below, what a fantastic gift.



Anyway I have just about used up my allowable internet time for tonight so I had better get off the computer before Mum growls.

Good Night all,

Paddy

Home again home again

Well, what a week, I was fine, I was having a good time settling in at home and getting used to the glenorchy routine, I even got time to meet my great grand mother (that is Dad's Mum's Mum) Grandma Coen, but then things went wrong and I had to go back to the hospital. It turns out that there was nothing wrong with me, but there was something wrong with mum, I was going to write down all about it here on the blog, but mum said that I "wasn't at liberty to divulge personal information relating to the health of other people", (whatever that means). She did say though that if anyone wants to know more details she'll talk to them herself. Either way though we stayed in hospital again for another week from Tuesday the 4th of March to Monday the 10th of March and Mum, Dad and I are stoked to be home again.


Anyway when we got home I noticed that dad (as usual) smelt bad and told him as much. This kind of back fired as he said that if he was having a shower then so was I. It wasn't that bad in the end, I actually prefer it to that water boarding torture thinly disguised as a bath that they normally put me through and I did come out pretty clean.


After my shower I finally got some peace from mum and dad while they unpacked all the stuff that they took to hospital, I decided that the ideal thing to do would be to play in the jungle that Mum's work mates bought for me as a gift, That was very stimulating for my young mind, at least that is what the packaging said, so who am I to argue?


Anyways all 3 of us are stuffed and need to get some sleep once i have finished my feed, that should be great.

Ta Ta all,

Paddy

Busy Weekend.

It has been nuts, I have been flat out since coming home from hospital. After i initially got my bearings and had a nap, we were bombarded by visitors. Aside from a few of my mums disreputable mates I got to meet my Uncle Mike and Aunt Harry (her real name is Angela I don't know why grown ups have 2 names some times...) plus my 4 cousins, I have put pics below of them.

Here is me with Erin,


This is Bronte and me,


Now I am with Paige,

and lastly my oldest cousin Claire held me.


I got to have a cuddle with Uncle Mike and Aunt Harry as well, the pics are below.



The Next day was even busier, the highlight was when we went out in the car to Grandma and Grandpa Young's house for a huge dinner, it was a triple celebration. We were there largely for to welcome me to the family and glorify my very existence, however we also made a brief mention of Uncle Kizito going back to Kenya and also found out the Aunty Josie and Uncle Kizito are expecting a baby, so I'll have another little cousin. While I was there I also got to meet a few other nice people too, so I'll show you the pics below.

This is me with Jan a friend of out family's I am also with Aunty Bel and Cousin Mitch,


This guy is called Jack, I found out later that he wrote one of the references for my dad that I reviewed when I was deciding on appropriate parents, I hope he wasn't lying about how cool dad is.


I was getting a bit sick of the attention, but before I packed it in and had a cry I had a brief cuddle with Grandma Young's sister Carmelita.


I can't believe Dad took this picture! I was so tired after the day and I just needed a rest, imagine sneaking up with a camera and getting a bloke when his guard was down!


Anyway, I have just woken up from a 4 hour sleep and now that I am awake and have finished this blog entry I think I will have a tantrum and demand some food, that seems to work OK for me.

Love to All,

Paddy

My New Home

Today was a weird day, it started like most others, I woke up, got fed, had a lie down while mum had a shower and then watched mum and dad eat that weird solid food that so many big people like, I much prefer milk myself, but each to their own I suppose.

The difference started when mum and dad dressed me, instead of dressing me in the standard hospital issue blues they put me in a strange outfit, I later learned that they are called "Civvies". Apparently I am going to be wearing these bizarre multi-coloured clothes all the time now... oh well mum and dad know best I guess. Here is a pic of me in "Civvies".

After that I got to ride in a car for the first time and was taken to a place that is apparently my new home, it is nowhere near as big as the hospital, but conversely the bed is way bigger... figure that one out... I asked the old man to get a picture of me in the new bed to show it off, but the moron couldn't even get a shot without a shadow in it (not that I know what shadows are yet!) so I hope you'll forgive me (and him).

Finally here is a shot of me up close with my eyes open, big deal right? Well mum liked the shot and said that I should post it up here on the blog, so I guess a boy just does what he is told and no one gets into any trouble right? That sounds about right.


Anyway I am starting to get peckish so I'll sign off for a feed now, have fun see you next time.

Love, Paddy.