This is the busiest week I've had for a long time. Noah had his injections on Monday afternoon - not a pleasant experience. He now knows when he gets to the Doctor's Surgery that something very unpleasant is going to happen. Still, he did very well and only screamed until we got outside the building. I managed to make him laugh by telling him I was going to hit the health visitor who gave him the injection!
I had a late night at work yesterday, meaning that Noah was sound asleep when I got home. Now that we have a stair gate up at the bottom of the stairs we decided to leave our 7 month old Labrador puppy outside the crate during the night - big mistake! I got up this morning to torn wallpaper at the bottom of the stairs. It's back in the cage for Beanie tonight!
I woke up this morning and was quite glad Noah was awake before me. I had feared he would go almost two days without seeing me. I think he sensed that I didn't want to go to work and tried his best to tempt me to stay in bed: cuddling me and asking for a story. I don't have anything on after work today so it's straight home.
Another meeting after work tomorrow and then Holy Mass at 7pm. Tomorrow is a Holiday of Obligation in the Catholic Church - Corpus Christi (the Body of Christ). I think I'll be going on my own; it's a bit late for Noah.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Monday, 8 June 2009
The Cheeky Chap
This being the first post, I think I should introduce the person who is sure to be the central figure - my son, Noah.
Noah was born on the 2nd March 2008 in Paisley Maternity Hospital, weighing in at 8lbs and 11 oz. It was the most traumatic day of my life! Janice, my wife, spent 18 hours in labour, telling me to get away from her and be quiet! It was the most awkward few hours of my life. After being told to be quiet about a million times, I decided to do just that - be quiet. Then I started to think that the midwives would think I was some sort of idiot, not comforting my wife when she was clearly in so much pain. I'm sure (hope) they've seen it all before.
Anyway, Noah was born at around 6pm. The first thing I remember noticing was the colour of his eyes - they were brown! I was sure all babies were born with blue eyes. No, Noah's eyes were definitely brown - just like his Mummy's. Janice was ordered up and out the bed and told to go for a bath quite soon after the birth. That left me in the delivery room holding my son. Wonderful. The happiest moment of my life.
Noah is now 15 months old and is going to be a big brother in September. He started walking just a few weeks ago and can say a few words (when it suits him). I'm sure he is the most intelligent baby in the world, but then I am sure most Dads think that about their child. Yesterday he picked up one of my socks, opened a drawer, put the sock in, and closed the drawer again! Genius. He also knows that a duck says, "Quack, quack". Now that's impressive, is it not?
Noah was born on the 2nd March 2008 in Paisley Maternity Hospital, weighing in at 8lbs and 11 oz. It was the most traumatic day of my life! Janice, my wife, spent 18 hours in labour, telling me to get away from her and be quiet! It was the most awkward few hours of my life. After being told to be quiet about a million times, I decided to do just that - be quiet. Then I started to think that the midwives would think I was some sort of idiot, not comforting my wife when she was clearly in so much pain. I'm sure (hope) they've seen it all before.
Anyway, Noah was born at around 6pm. The first thing I remember noticing was the colour of his eyes - they were brown! I was sure all babies were born with blue eyes. No, Noah's eyes were definitely brown - just like his Mummy's. Janice was ordered up and out the bed and told to go for a bath quite soon after the birth. That left me in the delivery room holding my son. Wonderful. The happiest moment of my life.
Noah is now 15 months old and is going to be a big brother in September. He started walking just a few weeks ago and can say a few words (when it suits him). I'm sure he is the most intelligent baby in the world, but then I am sure most Dads think that about their child. Yesterday he picked up one of my socks, opened a drawer, put the sock in, and closed the drawer again! Genius. He also knows that a duck says, "Quack, quack". Now that's impressive, is it not?
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