What a good sleeper our wee man is. Takes after his Nana in that respect. Was up at 8am and still Grandad was the one up and about to pick him up while I dreamed sweetly of Richard Kahui.
As usual Nixon woke up happy. We had snuggles, stories and played baby games. He had his bottle, a few spoons of weetbix and went back to bed about ten past nine for around an hour and a half. Grandad did the same. I used the time more productively and lay there reading a book. It is the holidays after all and I am a nana!!!
Nixon woke up again like a wee ray of sunshine. I could hear him chattering away to himself. I would love to get a translator. It always sounds very important. I snuck in and picked him up. We had a wee play.
Where Nixon is, the dogs are. They shadow him. If he moves they follow him. Nixon crawled over and lay on top of Baxter and snuggled his face into him. It was so cute. He is quite fascinated with their tails. Nixon is very gentle with them and they are with him too. I don't trust the cat though. Nixon really loves touching Feral and putting his face on her. She is a grumpy old bag so the contact is very brief before one of us drag her away.
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| I so love you Nixon. Not silly love, real true doggy love. |
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| Are the dogs allowed in the lounge? No! All the rules change when our wee man is here. |
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| Chillin' with Rosemary (Parsley and Thyme are on the other side) |
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| Hanging with the boys |
Into our glad rags and off to town (Oxford being the town - it is big enough that you have to blink three times before you miss it so it does constitute being called a town... or does it? Maybe it could get away with village?).
Nixon loved the swing. He couldn't get enough of it. The higher Grandad pushed the louder he giggled. He wasn't as fussed on the slide. I think Grandad wanted a go on the slide. We had a lovely wee outing. Got the supplies from the supermarket, toddler formula, baby food, bread and wine. A good balance I think.
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| Go easy Grandad. This is not cool! |
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| Whoa! We are nearly at the end... STOP! |
We called into the chemist because the rash Nixon had last time has come up again so we got some Fatty Cream. The lady in there looked at it and said that was probably a good starting point. I reckon it is the water here. Too harsh.
Fish and Chips seemed like a good choice for lunch at the park. I went in to order them and the woman said they weren't cooking them today because it is too hot! Too hot for our money? She got it anyway because we got calorie free pies. We bumped into Justin from work who said that his family were turned away from Segars because they couldn't cater for a table of 13, they couldnt' get into Under the Oaks and they weren't able to buy Fish n Chips! Great advertisement for a day out in Oxford. NOT! Business owners in Hokitika could come over here and teach these people a thing or two about customer service!
We had to send Grandad back to the supermarket to get some baby food Nixon could have cold. Grandad came back with a pouch of a fruity mixture for babies 4-6 months but Nixon coped well and filled up on pieces of chicken and pastry from our pies.
When he was released from the shackles of the pushchair he was off and straight back to the swing. Grandad tried a couple of times to get him out of the swing but Nixon wasn't going to be rushed out of there for anyone.
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| Wheee |
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| Giggle, giggle, giggle... |
What a stinking hot day it is. We stripped off (I put on swimming togs - just so that you can slightly improve the vision that briefly made you sick) and hopped in the pool. Nixon was not impressed today and climbed onto me and clung on for dear life. There was no changing his mind so the dip was quick but did cool us off.
In we went to try and cool off. Cooler in than out today. Nixon must have got worn out at the park because he started rubbing his eyes and being a bit grizzly. Grandad was doing the same. Even though it was a bit later in the day we (the royal 'we' consisting of Mick and me) decided to put him down for a nap. After an hour I opened the door and Nixon was soon awake again and out to hang with Grandad and Trackside. He is so funny when the commentators get going on a race. Nixon starts dancing to the rhythm of them calling the race. So cute.
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| Go! Go! Go! |
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| Sitting up like a big boy on the steps. |
Out we went to do some gardening. He helped Grandad water the garden. He loves that hose. Nixon sprinted around the section keeping an eye on Grandad who was sorting out the dogs. He then had a play with the hose for a while. Changing his smelly nappy was quite a mission. That boy could give worms lessons on how to wriggle and escape. Off he went so I just left him knickerless crawling around the section. The lawn needs fertilized anyway. He is quite interested in the greyhounds. He got a lot of smooches when we went to check on Grandad's progress during feeding time. We didn't help today (thanks Pauline for ringing me! It was nice to hear from you and the added bonus was I got to weasel out of feeding time!). I'm quite homesick now :(
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| Chilling with Nana |
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| Being escorted up the steps. |
Grandad gave Nixon vacuuming lessons. His future wife will be very grateful no doubt (just so long as he doesn't take up the habit of early Sunday luxing like Grandad does - hard to get the perfect man but I haven't given up looking!).
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| So this is what the chicks like in a bloke then Grandad? |
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| Nice face mate. Glad you had this before your bath! |
Tea time. Nixon had Spag Bol and Grandad made a curry for the big people's dinner. We tricked Nixon for a while when he insisted on sitting on Mick's knee and sharing dinner. We gave him muesli bar but when that ran out and he insisted on real food from the fork Mick gave Nixon a bit of rice which had a wee bit of curry on it. Nixon seemed to enjoy it then stuck out his tongue and started rubbing it. Then he wanted more!
After dinner, about 7.45 was bedtime. Good night wee man. Thank you for another lovely day.
