Jambo

Well if there was ever any doubt, Jambo is in control!

Despite the smiles, this was probably one of those weekends-to-forget. It was windy, we’re all sick, apart from hard manual labour which I put in in the garage, we stayed indoors and hid from the weather, we played an AWFUL game of Settlers on Saturday, we ate ourselves silly on realfood, we ate ourselves silly on junkfood (probably depression cravings…) and Jamie is almost certainly teething again, because he’s been pretty miserable, rashy and clingy. Yeup. All the things you learn as a father!

Jamie also has timed his fluid-evacuations to boggle the mind of anyone who tries to figure it. He’s ‘watered’ me several times in the last few weeks and apparently thinks it’s damn funny. He’s been upgraded to a first-class seat at the table (in his little clip-on chair), and seems pretty content with this. We also built him his own swimming pool in the garden by pulling a big-blue tarpaulin out on the grass, and then ‘floating’ his donut-thing in it (with him in it… for a few seconds…). Fun all round.

Anyway, if this blog reads a bit like a Jamie-logue, it’s probably because most of our lives are spent in a whirlwind of activity around him. But we wouldn’t trade it for the world. My heart breaks for a fantastic lecturer who taught me at UCT.