Archive for February, 2009
I’ve always loved the concept of revisionist thinking. JFK…the greatest US president?…or the chap who had a bit Marilyn Monroe on the side? Take your pick. A very shallow example I suppose. Sometimes it works other ways. Every Friday and Saturday night BOTH local radio stations have a 70s and 80s Glitz Mix. We glorify the days of old…that is until we see pictures of the hair, clothes and mobile phones. Around our house we’ve fell victim to a bit of revisionist thinking…or you could just call it rose tinted glasses.
Holly is now just over 3 and 1/2 weeks old. She’s at a stage where she won’t settle on her back (front, side…you name it). She’s getting into odd feeding habits and gets really unsettled between 3am and 6:30am. To be honest, babies drive me nuts. Its seems as though you can’t count on much with these little beasts. Of course in my memory I’m taken back to the days of brief 10:30pm dream feeds and a boy that slept from 7:00pm to 7:00am. Surely he was doing this by day 4…right? OK, maybe not. I’m smart enough to remember that I went through lots of ideas to get us over more than a few hurdles. But surely by 3 1/2 weeks we were starting to get some order.
DUH! No chance. Last night Nicola decided to check out the blog from 2005. I started it when Evan was about 3 weeks old. Guess what. We’re probably 2 weeks ahead in milestones in comparison to Evan. So that made us feel a lot better. Parenthood doesn’t really get any easier second time around (and I’m guessing 3rd, 4th etc etc either). What does make it feel easier is that you know it ends…it being the difficult, unsettled and unpredictable times. Already we’ve got a great feeding schedule (even if she’s a bit lax in the late afternoon…but we’ve started to sort this with a mix of formula and breast milk at 6:45pm). We’ve started using the swaddle (with reinforced velcro straps…cruel? I think NOT!) and yesterday I found the greatest use for the iPod ever. I downloaded 10 minute loops of an electric fan, hair dryer and a rain with womb sounds. Suddenly those crap non-powered external iPod speakers I got for holiday a few months ago have real use. However the £150 cot accessory is a little steep.
Wow…that’s a lot of verbage. If you’re feeling more than a little broody I suggest you check out the early blog here. Be sure to scroll to the bottom to start from the very beginning.
BTW…you may have noticed that the blog has a bit of different look. Its no longer Evan’s Dad’s Blog but rather Evan and Holly’s Dad’s Blog. So we had to add a feminine touch to it. (bigger pictures too).
The mother-in-law got me a Rally Thrill experience at Silvestone…AWESOME!
Me in the helmet condom
On Monday my great mate, Simon Kemp, and I raced off to FOCUS on Imaging at the NEC. I learned I don’t need to go again for at least 3 years!
Now you know why we call her Dolly
No, this isn’t a Michael J Fox movie. I’ll get to that in a mo.
Firstly, do you tweet? If, perhaps, you’d like to follow me on Twitter, here is the address:
We decided to take Holly to a cranial osteopath. Sounds really invasive doesn’t it. In some ways I wish it was. Blokey ask 40 questions, puts his hands on her head, back and tummy, barely moves and charges me £40. I want jackhammers and scalpels to be honest. But saying that, we took Evan to same chap a few years ago and were very impressed. We’ve sensed a bit of tension in her lower back and felt that this was a great way forward. So far, so good.
My birthday passed off without incident. We made the foolish decision to make tracks from Gunwharf Quays for lunch and a quick dash to the historic ships. Only when we hit the queues did we remember…HALF TERM! Saying that, Holly needed a break from all the revision. She passed her hearing test with flying colours. (damn, I really am funny). I never did find the perfect gift…so instead I passed off an office necessity as a gift and purchased a new printer with Wi-Fi capability. Living life…right on the edge.
Technology sucks…OK, I lie, its great. But whoever invented the Genius sidebar in iTunes needs to be hung. I wasted nearly £5 buying 80s hair band music the other day. Ratt, Poison etc etc etc. You can never get too much “Round and Round”.
Right…the secret of my success. I just press the shutter. The real work goes on behind the scenes. For the first time I prepared to reveal my secret weapon! Here you go!
Meticulously removing every imperfection!
In a muddle deciding on Lord of the Rings or Hollywood Glow (warning, most of you have no idea what I’m on about–as if that makes a change)
Actually, Evan is checking out the games on the Lego website. He’s getting to grips with the mouse quite well…although I suspect he may need a left handed mouse…do they even exist?
Holly has now been with us for 2 weeks. In two weeks I’ve come to conclusion that women are more demanding than men. Yep, it took 2 children and too many years to work it out, but its true. The contrast between Evan and Holly proves it. Currently madam refuses to sleep on her back. But don’t tell the GP, Health Visitor or the NCT…because that’s just baby suicide if you ask them. However, I reckon 72 hours of no sleep for a 2 week old would have the same effect…so for now, she’s on her tummy, happy and rested.
Apparently there’s no link between foods that Nicola eats and irritable babies. However, we’ve seen a bit of trend and did some Googling. Again we found the whilst there appears to be no link many have reported a coorelation between certain foods…here’s an excerpt:
Some babies fuss for up to 24 hours after their mothers have eaten garlic, onions, cabbage, broccoli, brussels sprouts, cauliflower, chiles, or beans. Citrus fruits and their juices, chocolate, and spices such as chili powder, curry powder, and cinnamon can also bother young nursing babies
So…let’s review what we’ve had Saturday and Sunday:
Curry powder (Valentine’s home made curry)
Citrus fruits (our healthy lunchtime fruit salad)
Chocolate (yep, its Valentines)
Curry powder — again (sunday, I got a foodie with the leftovers)
Chilli powder (Sunday…damn you)
Garlic (guilty as charged)
OK…so there might not be a link…but damnit, if there is we nailed just about everything on the suspect list. As a consequence she’s been moody as hell today..Holly, not Nicola.
Anywho..best be off. She’ll be awake in a mo, ready for her dream feed delivered by yours truly.
BTW…its my birthday tomorrow (or today for most of you reading…OK, let’s just call it Tuesday). Happy Birthday to me :)
Just a few points…Holly is getting on OK. Well, saying that she did pretty much cry lots, eat little and sleep little from 7pm Tuesday up until 7pm Wednesday. Today she’s been her ‘old self’ again. How you can describe a 9 day old child in terms of ‘old self’ is beyond me. I did get to feed her last night. Nicola ‘expressed’ (MOOOO) enough to let me do a dummy run. So tonight she’s off to bed at 9 and I’m on late duty. Of course this did afford me the opportunity to watch Spain v England. I’m sure David Villa is a video game character.
My birthday is next week. I’m really looking forward to my last year in the 20s (yeah, right). Nicola keeps pestering me, “what do you want for your birthday?”. Umm, I can’t figure it out. I don’t really want anything. Family members are all getting iTunes vouchers. By this time next week I reckon I’ll have a credit account of around £100. That’s a lot of ‘Busted’ for one chap I can tell you. If anyone has anything constructive do let me know.
I was more than a bit miffed to learn that ‘The Boss’ is playing in London this summer. I love Bruce, but I can’t do festivals. The thought of sitting outside in the searing heat…wait this is London in the summer…the thought of sitting in the pouring rain waiting for The E Street Band to play just kills me. I’ve seen Bruce before. 3 hours of non stop entertainment. The best value for money concert ever. Perhaps they’ll do a Wembley or something.
Anywho…went to the park today with Evan…remember him?
I am the God of Hell Fire!
Hey, everyone else is producing dull, brown images…why can’t I?
Oh yeah, Holly!
Click on the image below to view a 5 minute slideshow of before and after Holly’s arrival. Yes, there are things here you HAVEN’T seen.
544 - number of miles Darren and I covered from 8:00pm Friday to 1:45am Sunday
9 – number of pounds our Travelodge room cost at the luxurious M6 Lancaster services (I did book it 10 months in advance)
6 – total number of times Darren and I listened and sang to Busted’s ‘Year 3000′ … as you might imagine Nicola left her CDs in the car
9.4 – number of pounds saved by NOT taking the M6 toll road
and some numbers from home:
3.35 – number of kilograms Holly weighed at birth…NOT 3.55 as listed on her notes
7 – number of hours Nicola spent in hospital on Saturday trying to explain someone can’t type after her first weigh in
7 – number of days old Holly is
Enough numbers. Evan is picking up this baby lark fast. Last night he helped me change her nappy. He was keen to wet a cotton ball and wipe her bottom. Why would anyone WANT to do that?
Her first afternoon home and Evan is dead keen to feed her. “I will do it” he shouts. Umm…perhaps not Evan. Once he witnesses breast feeding he kind of gets the point. Fast forward 3 hours and Holly starts to cry. Evan says “its OK Holly…it will be alright”. In an effort to keep Evan informed and involved I explain “babies feed a lot. She’s probably hungry”. Evan yells out to his mum who is in the kitchen “MUMMY! Holly wants your boobies”. Cue laughter!
On Saturday I shot a wedding. We never dreamt that Holly would come so close to the wedding date. None of the evidence supported it. To add to the drama the wedding was 270 miles away in a Lancashire village called Whitewell…near enough to Lancaster. The wedding was booked before Holly was even a factor. So our plan of going up for a long weekend was quickly dashed. With Holly arriving on Monday it would seem that plan B needed to be drafted. So, on Friday evening at 8pm I collected Darren and we set out on a monumental road trip. I’m going to save a bit of the story for another blog post with pictures and video. But we did survive and here are the pictures to prove it!
Vanessa and Stuart — The Inn at Whitewell, Lancashire — Saturday 7 February 2009
I’M NOT A LANDSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHER…but I sure like to try
Perhaps not so practical in a snow storm
Apparently, Vanessa bought a new dressing gown just for me .. a fact I omitted during the “so honey, how was your trip” conversation
For the record, THIS ISN’T the Groom
And while were at it…NEITHER is this (but he does look like a character from Hawaii-Five-O)
Hands, shoulders, knees and toes (knees and toes) — repeat
This one will probably get me removed from the Christmas card list….but I reckon their friends (at least) will find it amusing (to be fair, we couldn’t seem to get a glass…desperate times call for desperate measures)
Taking the ‘awww, bless’ factor to a whole new level
This IS the groom (but you’ve probably already worked that one out) — BTW, I think Stuart looks like Josh Brolin, playing George W Bush in ‘W’ during his uni days
Not a typical church wedding scene TBH
Sure, I have a dozen or so of them in focus…but I love this accidental gem
After hauling my wellies 270 miles to go for a walk to the stepping stones, Vanessa bails on her plan at the last minute.
It just made me laugh….
When lightening gives you lemons…make Mojitos (ok, I know its made with limes, just roll with it)
Slightly OOF…but money can’t buy that. Sorry photography purists
Tazered…right in the back!
I also need to say a huge THANK YOU to Darren. He’s the kind of guy you meet and then realise how lucky you are to know him. Him came on the road trip at the 11th hour, saving my bacon and helping with the driving. Apart from forgetting his jimjams he was generally well behaved :)
A Few From Darren
Capturing the essence of Stuart within 5 minutes of arriving
He’s tuning in to everything I like these days
Smashing right angle of my shot
Locke talks about his experiences on the Island
This one just made me laugh…look up, look down…you either get it or you don’t
I gave up on the 5D and went with the 5D Mark II .. Darren pressed on and pulled some great shots out of the bag
Case in point!