Again my time has been allocated elsewhere, resulting in the frustratingly long gap of a week between blogs. Most frustrating for me as my memory is so poor I struggle to clearly recollect what has occurred prior to breakfast which (you'll have noticed) results in less descriptive blogs. I'll try to summarise day by day as you admire more Luca pictures.
Tuesday to Friday last week was - for the most part - taken up by work with very little aside. Carole and I have (embarrassingly) been fascinated yet again by the culturally and morally questionable curiosity that is Big Brother, while forgoing any educationally stimulating viewing.
Though is there such a thing in this televisual age of "Men & Motors", "Dave" and "Watch"?
We did find time, however, to get Sima back to the vets. Although she appeared to quickly recover from her operation it transpires that she caught an infection. Nothing too nasty - although the swollen and puss filled lumps beneath her stitches weren't pretty - but it has necessitated a course of antibiotics.
Saturday, as with most weekends, provided extra opportunity to take Luca out. After a particularly rude pre 7am awakening we took him along to get a new pair of shoes in town. As always he was far more interested in everything (anything) around him - everything excluding shoes! Also, despite keeping them on when we left the shop they endured very little street wear due to his desire to be carried. By this time Carole had left to go to her fitness class, and although it's quite endearing when he decides he just wants to spend his time being attached to your chest it's also becoming quite wearing. As the summer reaches it's climax and temperatures reach a crescendo Luca's ever increasing weight does get noticed by the strain in my arm. In fact I'm looking at my left forearm now and I swear it's been slowly curved into a toddler's bottom shaped angle.
Despite my need to get home and release this ACME type weight from my arms I deemed it necessary to take advantage of the weather and venture to the monthly farmers market. Many samples later (Luca tasted various cake, chocolate, juice and cheese products at almost every stall!) we made our way to the nearest bus stop to get home. "Go faster Daddy" urged Luca as I ran toward the stop to catch the handily waiting bus "Luca miss the bus! No walk Daddy, faster!!". He perhaps could have increased our pace by agreeing to run alongside me as I was, by this point, carrying numerable market bags, Luca's essentials bag and his potty (yes we take it everywhere) along with the chubby one himself. Any suggestion of this was, however, met with such a whine that Bush Dogs in South America returned his call. As such I trundled, pantingly and sweatily, like an overworked and lanky camel toward our waiting transport.
After getting home - and after watching Luca devour my much anticipated farmers market fudge - I dropped to the floor briefly to recover before continuing with days tasks.
Later that day, after a hearty lunch and nap for Luca, we drove Carole through to her pals in Aberdeen for a margarita night. I have to admit I was glad they were staying in rather than going out. The area of Aberdeen - Great Northern Road - where she lives was surely the most deprived area in Aberdeen I've witnessed. The endless buildings upon buildings of flats were so archaic and badly treated they appeared more suitable for destruction than habitation, while other delights included the lively sound of families and neighbours hurling abuse at one another. This doesn't even take into account flung excrement on the windows and bottles of urine casually sitting atop window ledges.
Luca and I went home quickly after to catch the tail end of the first live TV game of the season on BBC1. It appeared to be a good game, although my enjoyment was continually interrupted by Luca complaining that he "No like football" and to "Put it off, watch Wonderpets" instead. Hopefully this is just a brief stage he's going through before reinvigorating his appetite in time to achieve his goal of becoming a top level professional footballer for Partick Thistle.
Speaking of football, at the end of this month I'm taking Luca to his first game of football. Just local - Highland league team Inverurie Loco's - but will he likely endure the entire 90 minutes? Discuss.
On Sunday Luca and I had another busy morning of swimming, market hunting and shopping, all in gorgeous sub-tropical temperatures. He loved it, although his Daddy was forced to look a little sheepish after returning home to Mummy with a son munching a bag of crisps - minutes before lunch was due. Ooops....
After an afternoon spent preparing the decking in our back garden for staining - I job I am actively dreading! - Carole and I had a lazy night eating hangover food and watched a film on DVD she and Mum (my Mum, Jo - do keep up) had considered going to the cinema to see:- "Angels & Demons". It seems their decision not to go in the end was the correct decision. The film sucked worse than a paraplegic octopus. It started in a confused fashion - Carole had no idea what was going on, while I only knew as I'd read the book - before becoming ever more obvious, to the point of treating it's viewers like morons by the end.
And nuff said about Ewan McGregor playing an Italian priest with a strong Edinburgh accent.
Finally, much respect to Luca who last week sat on the toilet rather than the potty for the first time. See picture below of this momentous moment (seconds before his wrongly angled willy sprayed upward like an exotic yellow fountain)
**Useless fact of the day - Toddlers are, pound for pound, stronger than oxen. This is especially true of their legs**
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