Aoife

Yeah, they know I'm the boss.

I am writing this one handed. Aoife is in my other one. You will have gathered by now that she is the most beautiful 2 week old that has ever existed but I'll wager you didn't know the following. She has made me cry 12 times since she was born. She has recently beat George on the flatulence decibel chart. She weighed 2.56 Kilos when we left the hospital but weighed 3.25 kilos 5 days later, she almost drank the old twin engine dry. When the mood grabs her she has the strength and endurance of a Wiggle, it's like wrestling and being beaten by a silk scarf. Her clothes fit her feet perfectly but hang off the rest of her body. Why am I the only member of this family with small feet? She smells like her mum. That's not loaded by the way, I love their smell. She is smiling right now, I know it's just wind but it is a preview of the real thing and if poet's can have a licence then why not daddies. Bye for now I'm in the middle of number 13.

Please

Please let me out!

Euey has learned how to communicate the concept of please, if not the word. We have somehow managed to teach him that a quick shrug of his shoulders with the left one going up and the right one going down, accompanied with the vocals of "gung" means please. You have to sing it to appreciate it. Try it it's truely bizzare. Where did it come from? Who knows but I would hazzard a guess it came from his mothers side. Not right in the head that lot.