Sunday, August 31, 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


This is a test. If this was a real post you'd be seeing a cute pic of Nikki, Alasdair or even me from somewhere outside. As it's a test I'm afraid its a photo of Tim from inside. Sorry mum. You're welcome Bruno.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Another Two Pictures

As I'm feeling somewhat prodded to step up the photo pace after a phone call with Alasdair's Granny, you get a double update today. Here's one with Mum:
And here's Alasdair waking up from a little nap in Mummy and Daddy's bed:
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Waking Up

There's usually a nice quiet period between waking up and realising he's hungry. This is prime photo time.
Sorry for not editing out the bear's bum...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Quiet Dignity

I know you've all been worrying about how Tim is coping with not being the center of attention any more. He's accepted the situation and, although he sometimes dashes into his cage when Alasdair is screaming, he still seems to be managing to get his naps in. He's now back to charging around the house like a lunatic every morning, but for the first few days this was the sight that greeted me when I came out to boil the kettle...quietly watching the world go by.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Chin Up!

Granny wants a photo of Alasdair with his chin up...we tried.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Rough Day

If our little man looks tired it's because he's had a tough day. Today was our one week check up with the pediatrician. He was poked, prodded, weighed, measured, turned all over, had torches shone in his eyes and then, for good measure, had a heel stick so they could get 5 drops of blood for the second round of the Texas Newborn Screening Program. He cried briefly when the stick went in, but was back asleep by the time the lab tech had got her 5th sample. Little tough guy.
His weight was back up to 6lbs 15oz, which is 4oz up from his discharge weight on Sunday. He measured 21", an entire 0.5" up from Thursday. The pediatrician says he's in the 77th percentile for height and 17th percentile for weight, so he's tall and thin at the moment, though we can't read much into that for now. We got a prescription for him for some antibiotics for his eye. His right tear duct is blocked, leaving his eye a bit gooey sometimes. It sticks closed a little longer than the other. He often has his fists clenched in front of his face when he wakes up, so the effect is kind of like a boxer who's not having a good night. I'll try to capture this on camera, as it never fails to make me laugh.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Not Alasdair

Okay, so we've been a little heavy on the photos of Alasdair around here the last few days, so here's something a little different...First up, spot the badge of honour under the VM of Nikki's favourite t-shirt (she really loves the increased efficiency and cost-effectiveness of a virtualised IT environment). Yes, that is what you think it is...

Next up, a frankly intimidating fruit, uh, arrangement, received from Nikki's work...the chocolate covered strawberries won't last long, then I reckon it'll be grapes, non-chocolate strawberries, pineapples and watermelon. The orange and green melon bits will probably rot.
Oh, okay...just the one of the little man...
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Monday, August 11, 2008

Peaceful Looking, Isn't He?

Sound asleep. Just as Daddy has to get up and go to work...
I don't think beanie caps are really his thing.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Going Home

All dressed up, ready to get out of here:

The mittens didn't make it past the door, never mind to the car, but we're at home now.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Day 2

I've been playing around with mirrorboard for a while, but never really had a use for it before. Basically it mirrors the right hand side of your keyboard to the left hand keys when you press the caps lock key. When holding a baby in one arm, this turns out to be very useful for quickly updating your blog...okay, you didn't come here to listen to me going all geeky...

What's that smell?
Is that Daddy?
It is Daddy!
Anyone would think he hasn't showered in days!

Vikki, the second one's about as good as I have right now. Will grab a close up of his hair when he gets back from being stuck with needles. Again. Poor kid.

Friday, August 8, 2008

First Footage

Thank you all for your kind wishes below...All three of us have managed to get some sleep. Nikki's just gone for a little walk and I'm testing my swaddling skills. So far he keeps managing to wriggle his hands free, so I've given up for a bit while he dozes.

Here are some edited highlights.

And yes bruv, I think you might have to get the beers in on both his 18th and his 21st.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Meet Alasdair

Alasdair Murdo Morrison arrived on August 7th, 2008 at 13 minutes past 7 in the evening. Weighing in at 7lbs and 6oz. Mother and baby are doing well. Dad, well, he could do with a shave and a shower. But that's almost always the case anyway.

More photos to follow when Nikki and Alasdair are both a little more presentable....

UPDATE...I have permission to display the obligatory 'knackered mother' photo now:

This Is A Test

If this were the real thing you'd be seeing a photo of a baby. Meanwhile, here's a photo of the huge room they've moved us into:

The wi-fi still works. Nikki's watching soaps on the telly...they might never get us out of here.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

The Trouble With Inns

There's never any bloody room at them when you need them. No stable out the back was on offer, so it seems we are spending the night in our own beds. Nothing further to report at this time. We'll let you know as soon as there is.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Big! Exciting! News!*

*There's no big exciting news yet.

Okay, that was unfair, but is kind of a slice of what waiting for this sprog to turn up feels like. Still nothing. Neither pineapple, raspberry tea, hot curry, sudden drops in pressure due to Tropical Storms nor other remedies (that some of you best not think about), can shift this kid. The doc has a plan though and he's swinging into action tomorrow evening, which means that, as Alex feared, the sprog is probably going to show up on his birthday. He may yet be saved from a lifetime of everyone in the family forgetting his birthday by labour spontaneously starting tonight or going long and giving us an 08/08/08 kid, but the 7th looks favourite. Sorry bruv. Have a good one on Thursday and I hope to speak to you at some point during the day.