Day Seven

3.40ish-4.40ish Lots of chatting from the monitor. When I went in Nixon had moved up the cot and had no covers on. He was happy and warm so I covered him and went back to my lovely bed. After a few more conversations with himself he nodded back off.

6.20 am I drag myself out into the warm Spring like morning to feed and toilet the hounds. 13.5 degrees. That bloody Ben had wet in his kennel again. Good thing he is beautiful or I'd be feeding him to the pigs next door. Back to bed for this tired old girl.

9.15 Happy noises are coming from the front room. Great Nana Pam and her curlers cruise on through and pick up the smiling boy. Nixon pigged out on his morning bottle from Nana Pam in the driving seat and had his wee burp on her knee.  We didn't get a photo of that because of the NMWCI (no makeup with curlers in) photo rule. But when it came to nappy changing time, did Nana Pam change the nappy? No she did not. I won't give her heaps though.  I like her world famous chocolate chippie bikkies too much. (I shared one with Nixon before breakfast. He only got a tiny bit though. Gotta watch his waistline). Just look at Nixon's face while he tries to work out why Great Nana Pam looks so different this morning!

 10.30ish Breakfast on the back doorstep in the sun. About 15 degrees. Just lovely. Mother Nature what on earth is going on with you? It is the middle of July! Meant to be freezing. Sort it out woman!!! I have a feeling Father Nature has been left in charge for a while which would explain why nothing is being done properly. Nixon and I sat and watched Great Grandad cart hay to the compost bins and do his Great Grandad outside bloke stuff. (I think Nixon looks like a real wee boy in this shot below.)

 Nixon gave Great Grandad a good slap (above) then a cuddle good bye (below). I think Grandad was a bit sad to leave his wee great grand baby. Nana Pam kept threatening to take him home for a couple of days but imagine baby spew on her carpet! Mind you it has survived red wine I suppose. Which reminds me. The baking soda and white vinegar remedy worked. Pooh stain gone. Put it in your notebooks ladies. You may need that solution one day :)

 After the 'Great's' whizzed off in their wee yellow speed machine Nixon had a wee play with Feral. (Dad, you forgot your beer, though I do understand why, it is Summit! Yuck!!!).

 Time for nana to have a shower. Nixon chilled in the empty bathtub with heaps of his toys while nana got scrubbed up. You think he looks shocked in that photo? You should have seen the poor wee man's face when nana got out of the shower like a drowned rat (I will pay for any counseling required after this experience). 

 We decided, well I decided, that we needed a wee walk after we let the dogs out for a run. We headed off down Depot Road and up Rockford Road a wee way towards Deliverance country. Do you have any idea how much work it is pushing a pram in the grass verge in gumboots? Just cancel your gym memberships and get yourself a baby. You need a pram too.

 When we got back it was 18 degrees in the shade. Sun was pouring on the back yard so I weeded the herb garden while Nixon chilled with his two guardian Labradors. I gave him some toys to play with but he was just into the blue cover. He rattled it. Giggled at it. Shook it and totally amused himself with it. (Yes I know I have put a grubby bib back on him but I had to grab it in a hurry!)

 Bath time after Nixon had my home made mashed vege delight for dinner and using it as a face pack. My cooking skills are improving and Nixon really seems to appreciate it (unlike Grandad).

 There has been a fair bit of backwards shuffling going on today. Up on his knees rocking away, looking like the crawling is going to happen, but no. Flat out on his belly and pushing backwards further from his target toy.  He will get there. This was the practice session while waiting for the night bottle to heat. A bit of 'swimming' as Great Grandad calls it followed by tearful 'almost crawling'. 

Finally the bottle was heated and ready. It all worked out in the end. Nixon was fed and tucked up in bed by 6.50 pm. Time for the clean up before blobbing in front of Coro (me not Nixon!).