Mel and Tim’s baby arrived yesterday (Ryan James 8 pound 2 oz, 50cm long), and Harrison and I went to see him when he was just 5 hours old. Needless to say he’s very, very cute. Looks like he’s going to have Mel’s lovely thick dark hair. Harrison was absolutely besotted with him, and very gentle. He spent the evening at home putting Pooh bear under his shirt, lying down on the couch and ‘delivering’ him through a cut in his tummy, then breast feeding him.
Simon has just discovered this blog (a sign that he’s well and truly emerged from the fog of overwork), and suggested I record –
The kneecap search
Last night Simon and Harrison were having a “super-shower” which means they were both in our big bath/shower together. Harrison leaned back in the bath with one leg raised, and started lifting his foot up and down, looking at the way his knee moved, and talking to himself – “look, kneecap, now you see it, now you don’t, now you see it, now you don’t, now you see it, now you don’t....”.
Concern for Grandma
This morning it was drizzling, and Harrison said to Simon – It’s starting to rain a bit. We haven’t had rain for a while. I hope grandma’s safe inside. He also asked the other day if he could live next door to grandma when he grows up so that he can visit her every day. AND he told us he loves her because she’s so old (she’s only 72!), and old people have floppy skin, which he loves.
Space man
Some time ago, Harrison added space man to the long list of professions he’s going to have when he grows up. When asked why, he said it was because space men don’t have to get married. When asked why that was, he said that’s because there are no girls in space.
It must be noted that he did relent and decide that I was allowed to share his rocket and go into space with him. Mums don’t count as girls, obviously.
The other week Harrison came home from day care, and as usual loitered around the front steps looking for slugs. Suddenly there was an ear splitting wail and he comes running up saying he’s hurt his tongue because he licked a slug! Apparently he just wanted to see what they tasted like.
This morning, he was stomping down the front stairs and looked back at Simon, announcing “For several months now, I haven’t been licking any slugs.”
Just gorgeous.
