New bed

Charlotte. as I type is enjoying her first night in a propper bed. My baby is growing up (sob).
The bed was delivered this week, so she had a few days of jumping about the matress before we put it all together, and we involved her in the process of putting together and making the bed.

We decided not to make a big deal of it this evening, but just reminded her that she would be in a bed. She gulped down the bottle and demaned to be put in the bed right away (after her traditional hug and kiss, no time for a cuddle). She was asleep in no time.

I really hope I don't get woken tomorrow by being hit on the head with a hardback version of The three bears.

Most disturbing fact of the week

I read on a posting that men can breast feed. I now know fear (i mean, do I now have to wax my nipple area?). Please don't tell Julie.
The websites that it uses as examples are babycenter.com and unassistedchildbirth.com. Somebody tell me this is a hoax.

the problem with...

One of my Bible Class told me that she wouldn't be back to Bible Class because she was becoming a communicant member this weekend. I told her that it was great that she was doing that, but it wasn't graduation from Bible Class, and she was welcome to stay on for as long as she wanted.
The problem with the Presbyterian Church is that it is lost in the past, where children were now ment to see communion (we have no Sunday School on communion sunday), you don't go back to Bible Class when you become a member, you cannot move anything without having a meeting, you wear a dark suit, etc... My Dad once told me taht no one is as catholic as a presbyerian.
Of course this is not an absolute, and many comgregations are changing. The ones that don't change are primarily country congregations that do not have much new blood, so change is hard agains the generations of family tradition.
The big bug for me is the total alien coultur to outsiders. If some young people at work wanted to go to church, they would encounter things that they never have to in any other part of there lives:-

• Organ
• 20 min talk (at least)
• Choir
• pews
• dark suits (the only time they would see this, outside a morning service, is a funeral)
• faces like lurgan spades (again, outside the morning service, they can be found on politicians)
• Metrical Psalter (some of the language is ancient [For God the poor hears, and will not his prisoners contemn. Psalm 69v33], and rhyming insulting [Because the zeal did eat me up, which to thine house I bear; And the reproaches cast at thee, upon me fallen are. Psalm 69 v 9])

I often wonder if we are members of a living Church, or curators of a museums.
And all this before the theolgy.

Cheesy Easter

While Tesco do there best to turn Easter into a comercial event to rival Christmas with Easter mince pies and crackers, it's the Christian cheese that tastes worse, just look at the jelly bean poem and frame.

There is a good explanation

Over the years I have always been disgusted at how much spit the young people at work spread around. This week I found the answer why. I mentioned to a few of them that spit, especially your own, is not a known poison (except, maybe, in poisonous snakes, who were banished from from ireland to make room for the Politicians).
They informed me that they spit because of the awfull taste left by the cigaretts. Of course the option of either a) stopping smoking or b) swalloing anyway, as your stomach has no taste buds, never occured to them.
Also a 12yearold, on a trip to bowling, had to spit out the car window. This was after he had three cigaretts in the previous hour.

tiger, tiger, burning bright...

Granny Carol was over yesterday, and askedCharlotte 'did you have a lie in today?'
'No,' responded Charlotte, 'a tiger!'
(she says a lot of things with exclamation points.

Sci-fi girl

Every girl has a 'Princess Lea' moment at one time or another.

Even more crafty Girls

Julie decided to let Charlotte decorate eggs...


hands...

and face!


Charlotte also test wore the hat Julie knitted for Jr 2 (the default name for unborn children in this house is Jr, so the current one is Jr 2).

Very daper.

Birthday wife

This is the time of year that, for 70 days, I get to tell Julie that she is one year older than me. How long can I keep saying this without need of good legal advice, I do not know.
We kind of had a Birthday weekend, with the oficial day on Friday, but it spills out onto Saturday and Sunday. Julie is still a bit misseable with the cold and caugh, so it was a good time to have something fun.

She got great presents and Charlotte was able to enjoy the present opening without wanting to open some. And not one but two birthday teas,
a number 27

and a steak feast.

And not frogetting the cake what I made [beaming with pride]

Don't worry, Charlotte ate as well.



Julie is now off work on the sick, between having a llarge bump, the caugh and the larg amount of work due to the change over from ink and quil to holo emitter is taking its tole on the girl. This will most likly be her until after maternity.