Honeymoon

I just received a rather surprising email from Dad over the weekend informing me that he's booked us into his timeshare in Ireland for a week after our wedding.

What a wedding present! That's Dad put out a challenge to everyone else - can you beat him, what will you get us? In casino parlance can anyone raise him?

Just kidding for those not picking up the tone. The only question that remains is who gets the booby prize of looking after Luca for a week?

A booby prize he most certainly is just now. His poor Grandma has been experiencing the full force of his will to eschew any semblence of obedience. I do think, however, she's enjoying watching the sneaky games he plays though, for example:-
"Daddy, I want some chocolate"
"No Luca, it's nearly bedtime" I reply
Little feet scamper through to the kitchen
"Mummy, I want some chocolate"

That's one of the more basic tricks he has, he has many more complex varieties of such. Have we bred a budding evil nemesis for James Bond?

He was at his most cantankerous yesterday. We were in Torphins for the Christening of Harry, my new Godson (although this second Godson is not nearly as cool as my first Cade) and his antics started with his chattiness in the church. "That's Daddy's baby!" he squealed at the top of his voice as I passed the 5 week old to the minister.

This was all in complete contrast to the party at Harry's grandparents house afterwards. Luca went into his shell, intimidated by all the unfamiliar people around. Frustratingly he's met many of the guests on a few occasions but he still buried his head into my shoulder and refused to come down. He stayed up for so long that Carole ended up spoon feeding me a bowl of soup! Embarassing? Not much.......

Gratifyingly - although only after extended efforts from Donald to get him to open up - Luca's started to relax. However, this resulted in problem number two. Now imbued with a reinvigorated confidence he proceeded to socialise in a way only 3 year olds can - excessive jumping around and cries of laughter that would wake the dead.

We took him home shortly afterwards. Unsurprisingly he was fast asleep in the car within minutes.

Later that day - after Luca had been despactched for his night time sleep - Carole, Liz and I settled down for a home cooked meal (Venison - yum) and a movie ("The Invention of Lying" - utter cack).

And now it's Monday again. Yay.

I'll post another blog tonight with photo's, including another in my disturbingly regular series of "blinding Luca with the camer's flash as he sleeps"

**Useless fact of the day - Babies are born with very poor eyesight but can recognise their mothers almost right away**