Carole informed me that Liz almost had a coronary upon reading yesterday blog, so here's a few pictures taking merely an hour ago demonstating the short ones wellbeing!
The pictures also - partially - show the effect on his face from Tuesdays laser surgery. It's unfortunately quite difficult to see from the poor quality images on display (he utterly refuses to stand still for pictures) but this session went far deeper than previously, and as such have left far more noticeable, albeit impermanent, marks. He strangely still doesn't seem to notice though. Even though the middle picture shows him in front of a mirror, I've yet to see him examine his burns.
As you can see from his cheeky grins, he was attempting to help/hindrance me today in my duties. I was shifting furniture between bedrooms (word of advice - never try shifting 7ft x 4ft x 3ft wardrobes alone, as I've found to my chagrin) and no matter which item I was moving at any given time he would run behind it and shout "hiding!". Obviously this wasn't remotely infuriating.
He also took his first (conscious) excursion into the loft today. I had a number of items I needed to store up there so I lifted him up into the loft and passed them up to him. Obviously Luca loved this - strangely, but gladly, he loves tidying. He put everything in piles on either side of the attic, and showed no desire to come back down. After briefly considering the peace and quiet that would ensue if I just closed the loft door and left him to it, I (grudgingly) went up, grabbed him and carried him back down the ladder upside down.
Previous to this we'd been into Aberdeen to go to the libary and shops. It was all going swimmingly until we were checking our books out. The old man in front was chatting with him, and finished with giving him 30p to "buy yourself some chocolate". Although Luca had likely not understood the conversation before then, he fully understood the meaning of the last uttered word. He looked up at me excitedly, help up the coins and shouted "get chocolate!"
Yes, I tried manfully to distract him from his quest. Of course I lost though. Half an hour later, after innumerable voicings of "want chocolate" I relented and half a Dairy Milk was his.
Lunch was fun too. He demanded beans (as usual - we're getting worried he'll turn orange if he eats many more) but refused to eat them after seeing my fry up. "No" I said, "this is daddys"
Guess who ate the fry up...
He's fast asleep now after his mornings excitement, so I'm now trying to get the rest of my things done. I've been speaking to the morons insurance company ttoday, who seem surprisingly good. They're going to have my car collected, repaired and dropped back off. They're also going to have a replacement car (of similar stature) delivered to me in the interim. All very professional thankfully. However, I almost fell prey to one of the darker sides of todays society. The insurers asked me if either myself or my son had been injured at all in the accident. I regret to say I actually hesitated for a second before answering truthfully that we were completely unharmed. It briefly crossed my mind to attempt to claim compensation. I suppose after years of endless TV/radio/written media advertisements from "accident compnsation companies" the idea had somehow seeped into my consciousness. I feel ashamed I even considered it, even if it was only a brief second. How can I teach Luca the difference between right and wrong if I'm willing to consider something so inherently dishonest and morally ambiguous?
On a lighter note, I need suggestions for new albums. I recently obtained a copy of the new album by the Animal Collective, which has received widespread praise and approval across the music (and broadsheet) press - unfortunately it's a load of old tosh, written by a bunch a blokes with ideas far beyond their abilities. I also sometimes find it quite handy to hear the semblence of a tune in the music I listen to, so I guess I'm just overly fussy.... I need suggestions for something new to listen to as I wash bottles, and any genre will be considered and appreciated!
Apart from R'n'B. Kelly.
**Useless fact of the day - The top ten of Maxim magazines "worst albums of all time" included such luminaries as "Osmonds Family Christmas Album" by the Osmonds, "Monster" by REM (I actually quite liked that one at the time!) and "Ricky Martin" by Ricky Martin**
Apart from R'n'B. Kelly.
**Useless fact of the day - The top ten of Maxim magazines "worst albums of all time" included such luminaries as "Osmonds Family Christmas Album" by the Osmonds, "Monster" by REM (I actually quite liked that one at the time!) and "Ricky Martin" by Ricky Martin**
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