Yes, there's not a single picture of Luca on today's blog. So for those of you who have logged in hoping to see the toddler with the 70's hairdo, you may as well log back out and I'll see you all again next time.
For those of you still reading (most likely just me, narcissistically searching my own blog for the innumerable typo's that frequently adorn it) I'll continue with a simple update of events since Thursday. Starting with Friday.......
........where Luca was again my evening dinner companion, this time (like most) at Morrison's supermarket cafe. Due to work I haven't seen much of him over the past few weeks, so when Carole reminded me of her girls night out, I eagerly agreed and readily, albeit predictably reticently, dropped everything at 5.30pm and sped out the door of my office.
He wasn't a cheap date however. Huge plate of fish fingers, beans and chips? Wolfed in seconds ("Don't you eat my chips Daddy!"). Grapes? Straight down the throat ("None for you Daddy"). Chocolate bar? He couldn't chew it quickly enough before swallowing. He laughed when I asked if I could have a bite.
His bloated stomach predictably led to a brisk delivery to bed once we arrived home, allowing me to cook and eat my own dinner for around 8pm. I'm certain to most that sounds an absurdly late time, but life with Luca has trained my stomach in such a way that a normal dinner time of 6pm perversely is an uncomfortable experience now.
Of course my pork steak was scandalously underdone, and I somehow managed to overcook my 3 minute microwave chips too - how is that even possible? At least my evening entertainment proved decent, my borrowed copy of "Avatar" whiled away the hours.
On Saturday Carole - incumbent with a raging hangover - drove into Aberdeen with Annie to buy her wedding ring. Luca stayed at home with me, and we re-watched "Avatar" together before making our own journey to Aberdeen, where I dropped an awkward and antagonistic little b***er off with his Mum and Annie before departing toward Pittodrie to watch Aberdeen's opening game of the season.
Luca's behaviour has invariably been admirable of late, but the little tantrum sessions tend to appear out of nowhere. The raging scream is my favourite part, as his eyes screw up, his nose raises to the sky and his mouth opens so wide you can see what he had for breakfast. I'm at present a little unsure how best to handle these episodes (Tell him off? Ignore him? Smack him?) as each incident has been best resolved utilising different methods. The words "deep breath" are surely any parents mantra.
Saturday got better from there however. Not only had I rid myself of a demon-esque toddler, I was also rewarded with that rarest of things - an Aberdeen victory, in glorious sunshine, and a margin of 4-0 to boot. Miracles do happen.
My post match pint of Guinness Extra Cold also reaffirmed it as my favourite drink. Apologies to Dad and Mike for being such a philistine but my taste buds still prefer an ice cold pint to the warmer ales of their preference.
Our choice of Saturday night movie this week - intended to ease both my sunburn and her hangover - was "Case 39", a nonsensical flick starring Renee Zellweger (you know her, she's the actress who looks really attractive from middle distance but a bit weird and scary close up) about a little girl who's actually a demon. Despite the absurdity, it still drew many parallels with the chubster snoring in the room above.
Today has been a rare day at home. Necessity - and sunshine - pulled us toward the abundance of jobs needing done around the gardens (I love my use of that word in the plural, it makes us sound as if our abode is a stately home). Luca and I even managed a game of football too. What is most notable is his natural instinct always to kick with his left. He's undoubtedly a leftie, just like his Mum.
In the physical rather than political sense of course......
To finish, for any non-Sot's, here's a picture below of the Royal Stewart tartan that will be adorned at the wedding:-
**Useless fact of the day - 110 million people worldwide speak French as their first language**
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