Merry Christmas in 12 weeks time!
As the festive season rapidly approaches so does the inclemental weather. My gloves and wooly hat got an airing as I dragged the shivering dogs to the park before work this morning. Most surprisingly though was the change in visibility - for the first time since last winter it was still dark as we sauntered up the road. This seemed to play the most havoc with Sima who somehow got herself lost in the middle of a public park! Isis and I stood and watched her desperately scuttle round in circles looking for us. My Mr Magoo-alike puppy may struggle through what will predictably be a cold, dark and dank Scottish winter.
Thankfully the weather wasn't quite as dull on Friday and Saturday night as Carole and I ventured on respective nights out. Good fun, although my night was a little odd. Is it just me or do people seem to become ever more eccentric after the age of 30?
Luca offered little respite to his weary parents however. It appears he has found a reliable drug dealer as it can only be cocaine that's keeping him as buzzed as he presently is. He's a real livewire just now, and although very obedient seems to be testing us just now. The word "Why?" has reached his vocaularly and he's using it with great abandon.
"Luca, eat your pasta"
"Why?"
"Because it's good for you"
"Why?"
"Because it is! Anyway, if you don't finish it you won't get your yoghurt"
"Why?"
And so on, you probably get the picture. The worst part is the slightly demented grin he gives as he delivers his line - he knows he's winding you up and takes great pleasure in doing so.
Luca's also started to test his own physicality more which gratifyingly is more satisfying. He's always been very cautious ("Look Mummy, Luca's being careful" being an oft repeated line) but he seems to throw himself about with less regard for his safety now.
And I'm happy with this? I'm a bad dad.
Luca jumps and bounces from ever increasing heights now, and clambers over his parents like a monkey. The former is amusing mainly due to the slight delay he shows on landing as he checks he hasn't hurt himself (!), although the latter offers more consternation. I love it and have evolved the grappling into a slight variation on Pro Wrestling but his Mum has more trouble. She hurt her back recently, and this allied with his burgeoning weight (I think he and his Uncle Ross are having a contest) means she regularly calls out in pain while desperately trying to offload our human sack of potatoes onto me!
I forgot to mention something last week. Not like me, I know, but on Wednesday when I told him we were going to Banchory to see his Granny Jo he excitedly blurted out "And Uncle Craig and Aunt Kelly?". He looked rather sad when he realised they wouldn't be there.
True story. Apart from the fact he actually said "Unk Caig and Ant Kewwy" but close enough.
I must pass an honourable mention to the horror movie we watched last night. It was called "Wrong Turn 2" and for those with any enthusiasm for gore-fests it must come highly recommended. In the many years I've now know Carole I've rarely seen her affacted by them. This one proved a step too far as she turned to me at movie end and declared "I feel really quite queasy now"
**Useless fact of the day - Recent fossil finds in Alaska and Australia are raising questions about how the dinosaurs could have survived winters near the North and South Poles**
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