Just a few - admittedly very dark - photo's and videos for you, all of which were taken last night at Thainstone. Squint and you will see! This was Luca's first experience of bonfire night, and his mothers fears that he may be freightened were thankfully ill founded. He adored it. He initially went very quiet when we sidled up to the enormous bonfire, but within seconds was shouting and pointing at the hot ash rising from the top of the flames. However, this was nothing compared to his reaction to the fireworks! Again he wasn't scared, but the fact this was a new experience for him was extremely evident! His face pulled various grimaces as the diversity of colours and explosions lit up in front of his face. The word "ooooooohhh" was repeated ad infinitum!
We walked back to the outskirts of Inverurie afterwards (as I'm too cheap to pay the shocking parking charge of £5 on site) and jumped into the car to complete the final 2 mile return leg, eventgually arriving home around 8.15pm. Carole had stayed at home to cook tea, so she, Guthrie and Fergus (who were round for dinner last night) greeted the chilly wee man as he came in. Despite having met both Guthrie and Fergus previously he slinkily adapted into his shy, coy demeanour. We gave him his last bottle before he departed tiredly for bed, before enjoying an evening of too much apple pie and wine, only ending after midnight - good company though.
While I remember, Luca is now at the stage where bottles are becoming far less desirable for him. Indeed, he only drinks around half of what he did, replacing this with more solid foods. As satisfying as it is to see, it's a little to sad to witness the end of the age of the baby being replaced by the new age of the boy! We miss him cuddling in for his bottles.
That said, he is ridiculously cuddly and affectionate and I've been forced to fund a team of scientists to develop an anti-Luca spray in order to give me a second to go to the toilet during his waking hours.
It was quite a busy day yesterday, as previous to the bonfire and dinner I'd been to the gym (albeit only for 20 minutes!) and Pittodrie with dad and Ross to watch a disturbingly rare home victory. Strange how something as simple as your football team winning can make such a difference to your general mood! Though there is the well known myth that there was an enormous increase on the average of babies being born in England nine months after their win in 1966.
Today I was woken by Luca shouting for me, so I rolled out of bed, lobbed him over my shoulder and took him down for breakfast. I was so tired I genuinely can't even remember heating his bottle! Hope it was milk I was heating and not that remaining glass of Baileys left over from last night. He does have a big grin now however..... Afterwards we took a walk to Marks & Spencers for the morning paper and lunch snacks for Carole. Luca loves his walks, as do we as they wear him out! He's passed out now, but we'll be getting him up soon as Annie (Carole's pal) is coming round at 3pm to see him. To escape from girlie chat I think I'll disappear to the gym. Though I'll be paying the apparatus lip service today as I'm not much in the mood! Last chance before I go back to work tomorrow though :(
**Useless fact of the day - Three sparklers burning together generate the same heat as a blow-torch**
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