OK, not a good one to start on. What can I say? Holy silly pulled face Batman.
This is a little better. A common scene at home these days, as Luca has (finally) figured out that Sima doesn't really enjoy having her ears pulled and neck stretched in unnatural directions. With this change in place Sima has recently started to reciprocate the affection Luca shows toward her, resulting in touching photographs such as this.
And here's the one you've been waiting for. See? I told you the new haircut wasn't too drastic. Nice though isn't it? I had considered starting another poll asking whether you all liked it or not, but after the fourth time Carole whanged the garden spade over my head I kind of cooled on the idea. It's a shame Carole isn't smiling in this picture though isn't it?
Ah, that's a bit better.
This is one of Luca's favourite expressions, which conveys upset/anger/disappointment/mistrust/tiredness/hunger/naughtiness and any other emotion which requires a long and high pitched whine. In this case it was anger at my insistence of putting his big coat on. As with many, many things Luca "no like it". This picture was taken today near Pittodrie Stadium, home of Aberdeen Football Club. Yes, today was Luca's inaugural professional football match.
This slightly more chipper picture was taken 5 minutes later as we crossed the hill between where we parked and the football ground. Nice view isn't is? Yes, that's the North Sea behind him.
And here he is again, although this time a little less interested in posing for the camera. Did I mention he refused to walk up the hill, instead preferring his usual spot under Dad's arm and relaxing against my chest? Have I also mentioned how big he's getting now? Despite the temperature being little over zero I was actually sweating by the time we arrived at the game.
Here he is at the match. I have to point out that he's not quite as chunky as he appears in the last few pictures, I'm afraid I went a little OTT with the number of layers I made him wear. Also, this picture was taken during the 10 seconds where he sat on his own seat - for the rest of the match he plumped himself on my knee. I shouldn't complain, but your natural reaction during the ebb and flow of a football match is to move around (normally jumping up and down either in anticipation of a goal or merely to remonstrate with the referee) so with movement limited it was an odd experience to say the least.
This was Luca's eye view of the game - I took this picture with the camera right beside his face. Nice pillar eh? That said, after sitting very quietly throughout the first twenty minutes Luca started to enjoy joining in with the crowds songs and roars. In particular he took great glee at booing the opposition goalkeeper every time he had the ball!
Here we are on the way home. A little "The Blair Witch Project" granted, but I just wanted to demonstrate what I saw throughout most of the day - I took this picture with the camera in my right hand as he was being carried on my left arm. Or my aching left arm as it is now.
The big question for today was was it worth taking the little man to his first proper game before he even turns three? Only one answer to that - hell yeah. Even though I've just realised that my first ever game (about 30 years ago!!) was with Dad and Granda to watch Partick Thistle get thumped by Hamilton Academicals. Guess who Aberdeen's opposition was today? Yep. And guess who won? Well, put it like this, there weren't many Aberdonians smiling at the final whistle.
**Useless fact of the day - A giraffe can clean out it's ears with it's tongue**
**Useless fact of the day - A giraffe can clean out it's ears with it's tongue**
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