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Well, Caz and Erin are away for a few days visiting, so no pics of little Erin on this entry.

 

BUT

 

Some great vids of "The Best Of MST3K" at the  bottom left of this site....enjoy!

Well it had to happen at some point. Erin was happily vibrating away in her new battery powered chair, when the hoover suddenly revved into life and began its journey about the room, hoovering as it went. All was well, as incredibly the hoover managed to vacuum the entire room and was heading back home to its docking station when it ran across little Erin herself.

 

Unstoppable force meets immovable object. This is their story.....

 

 

So, fairly recently we acquired a baby mobile. One of those cute little things you pop on the side of the cot that spins about and plays music. Its a lovely little thing that has lots of cuddly  frogs and chickens with huge emotive eyes. This one even blays Bach, Mozard and Beethoven. Its a corker of a device with everything you could possible want. There is only one small drawback.

 

Erin appears to live in mortal fear of it.

 

When we initally attached the device and turned it on, Erin, who normally burbles happily away, suddenly stopped making noises and stared long and hard at the animals looping their way round towards her. We took this to be a good sign, until we discovered that she would attempt to remove herself from the range of the continuously revolving mammals.

 

 

For a while it got worse before it got better

 

 

Much..much worse..

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Only the perpetually staring chicken provided any solace...

 

Slowly Erin became acclimatised to her new friends

 

 

Forming the bonds that would see her through her formative months

 

Chilling out while listening to Bach

 

 

 

And it wasnt long before Erin displaying her full Irish heritage by demonstrating her genetic Riverdancing ability

 

 

We'll keep you aprised of the Erins progress with the mobile....

 

 

 

 

No need for words.

 

 

I suppose its the overwhelming experience of being a new dad which brings these things out in me. However, as I sit with my wife and baby daughter watching the telly, I feel compelled to contemplate the very nature of existence and I feel disturbed.  I feel disturbed that there are those that rejoice in a supreme being, an immortal focal point of knowledge, wisdom and love, the creator of every living creature, of every star, every planet and every blade of grass, and demand that this sustainer of all life, can favour one person, one group of people, or one country over an other. Having said this, as I sit and watch the telly with my wife and daughter I am also disturbed that anyone could possibly enjoy Property Ladder :)

 

So..what has the past couple of weeks brought us? Well Erin is gaining weight rapidly. The Health Visitor was a little startled at the increase in Erin. I on the other hand was not startled, as in fact Erin consumes more than my wife and I put together, bless her. The Health Visitor was also a little preturbed to find that Erins head was suprisingly large in relation to her body, but did try to reassure us that it was probably nothing and in fact many of these little quirks are the result of genetics rather than an indication of any health issue. Then the health visitor cast me a glance and announced that in fact everything was fine and she would have been suprised if her head was any smaller. I am not entirely sure what that meant, but I suspect it held negative connotations, for me anyway.

 

Erin has managed to find a routine which suits her perfectly. She has found a way to slip into the deepest meditative trance during the day, where she cannot be woken by anything less than an air horn. Then at 7pm she springs into life demanding entertainment from her weary parents. This continues until about 3 or 4 am whereupon she becomes bored of our futile efforts and nods off again. The old routine is beginning to wear thin after a couple of weeks and I now find that, rather than modifying the baby's behaviour to fit with our routine (as Gina Ford suggests)that instead my wife and I have now become night dwellers, only ever glimpsing the sun.

 

Its quite nice in some ways. Only a few times before had I the opportunity to hear the Dawn Chorus or see the sun rise over the Solent. I only wish I had more time to enjoy it, before I slump into unconciousness on the sofa, or in the loo or as in most cases, somewhere in between. Despite her parents lack of stamina, Erin continues to thrive. As proof I present the latest batch of photo's of the little lady herself...