Saturday, 6 March 2010

Happy Birthday Sir

Today is Dad's 61st birthday so I thought it appropriate to begin proceedings with:-


Errrm, a picture of the world laziest toddler sleeping on the sofa under his makeshift pillow duvet!


But to follow it up with an badly overexposed picture of a Jack Russell doing little of note is downright disrespectful.


Thankfully we're in business now. This was taken earlier today, and adequately shows Granda realising the futility of the pretence that his birthday cake is actually for him. Note overexcited frosting fixated toddler guarding the cake like a lioness guards her young.



Thankfully Luca showed his affection for Granda a little more aptly when he exercised his lungs with an enthusiastic recital of "Happy Birthday" once the (many, many) candles had been lit. His enunciation has improved somewhat since his Granda's last birthday. This year he sang "Happy Birthday to you" whereas last year it was "Appy Bifday oo yoo"

Happily Aunt Dawn had driven North to join proceedings, although disappointingly Jordan's paper round had forfeited any chance of his accompanying his Mum. Still, his absence left more food for the rest of the party to enjoy.

Although as Mum had clearly expected a larger attendance - perhaps the undernourished tribes of Uganda - our plates were laden a little heavier than desired. It was all very tasty though Mum, honestly!

Once lunch was finished the table dispersed into smaller groups, one of which involved a Battle Royale between Granda and Grandson on the sofa. "Where's Luca?" queried the elder Stewart as he attempted to take his seat upon a maniacally giggling toddler. "Save me Daddy, save me" Luca squealed as he made absolutely no attempt to move. "Tickle tickle" were the muffled words emanating from his shaggy head as he attempted to move his Granda's derriere.

We had to leave by 4.30pm - annoyingly just as Great Aunt and short lad were bonding - as we had to drive Carole into Aberdeen for a hen night. Very cutely, as we drove out the street, his petted lip muttered quietly from the back seat "I miss Aunt Dawn, I want her back now"

So Luca and I are home now, and I'm alone and limited to the four walls of the house while Luca snoozes and Carole drinks Aberdeen dry. What to do? I'm actually quite glad of the chance to blog as it's a practical task to undertake - and one that won't further degenerate my brain in a similar fashion to the trash purporting itself as entertainment on Saturday night television.

Is television dumbing down? Or am I smarting up? Or has it always been a state of equilibrium and I've only just noticed which would in turn suggest my brain leans more closely toward the former camp?

At which this is probably the correct time to wrap this up before I consider that assessment further. Before I finish, please take heed of the new poll at the top of the blog. With Luca having passed the 3 year mark, and the weather noticeably - albeit painfully slowly - brightening, Carole and I have again discussed the possibility of starting Luca in football training. But is he still too small......

**Useless fact of the day - Dad is in good company as notable sexagenarians include:-
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