Well, here's a thing!

I'm not one for self-vindication but there are times when it is a vital and necessary part of Blogging. I have alluded to the infamous loft incident on previous posts, however, I think it worthwhile to provide a more precise explanation of what actually happened that day.

Loft visit number one - this was initiated because of an urgent requirement for a book about weaning which 'looks a bit like this one about toddler tantrums'. Upon searching through a number of boxes in said loft, I was delighted to come across a book on weaning that certainly resembled the one I was shown and so, cock-a-hoop, struggled back out of the loft to present my find to my wife.

Loft visit number two - unfortunately despite the book both being about weaning and closely resembling the example it was 'not the right one - there's another one like that which I want'. Being a loving and dutiful husband I smiled and said that was fine I would go and have another look. About twenty minutes later, having been through all the boxes in the loft and becoming more frustrated with the whole exercise, I abandoned the search confident that my other half would recognise that I had made a stirling effort but that the book must be somewhere else.

Loft visit number three - upon reporting back to the person requiring the book that it wasn't in the loft I was greeted with the words 'that's fine, it is up there so I'll just have to go up there myself and get it!' I was incredulous and replied quite calmly 'so you don't believe me that it's not up there' to which the lady of the house said 'whatever, leave the ladder up there so when I get a moment I can find it'. I admit that by now my gander was up and so I said 'right, come upstairs I'll lift the boxes down to you and you can *:@">~# look in them'. So, up I went again, admittedly not paying heed to health and saftey and started to virtually throw boxes down to the trouble and strife so she could prove me wrong. It was whilst doing this that I slipped and, well, previous visitors to the blog will have seen the outcome.

You may be asking why I have chosen now to explain. Well, the picture below is of a cupboard in our living room. In this cupboard we keep useful reference books such as the yellow pages and recipe books. Oh, and were you ever to have a look, you would also find that in this cupboard we keep books on weaning that look very similar to other books on toddler tantrums. Welcome to my world!

Nick.

A cupboard - not a loft! 

Family Tour

A very busy weekend for the Junior Wylie family. A visit to introduce Madeline to her Great Nanny Doris (and a chance for Nick and Graham to go to the football - shock horror). A good time was had by all, although I feel Nanny Doris was definately relieved to see us go, mainly due to Jessica's antics (nothing worse than usual, just quite hectic!).

So that was Saturday, then Sunday was spent at Nana and Grampy's with the rest of the clan, lots of noise, toys and "mies" (Jessica's special pronunciation of mine). That's about it really, although I must also add that Nick's leg was miraculously "fine" between the hours of 6am and 7pm on Saturday - convenient for the football huh? Then, amazingly took a turn for the worst.

So below follow a series of photos from the weekend, headed, purely for His Majesty's Pleasure, with shots of the walking wounded's sustained injuries. (All offensive comments from friends and family gratefully received by me, I wouldn't be alone then!!!!)

Enjoy!

Quite impressive eh?

Mmm, nice

Maddy and Great Nanny Doris 

The Mrs and Miss Wylies 

Clearly in agony

Maddy

A smile for her public

Wind?

The Gillis visit

So, as the title suggests, the Gillis' came to visit the new arrival and a good time was had by all (on the whole, a minor blip for Liz and Nick - which we'll come to later...).

A visit for tea on the Monday resulted in Hannah puking on said new (second hand) furniture, I didn't think the pizzas were that bad. Apparently she does this occassionally so we're not taking it personally. The following day, all felt better so we descended on Hatton Farm. A great time was had by eldest daughter, as you'll see suggested in the photos, she didn't stop the whole time and consequently was extremely grumpy before bed. But it was great to see her bumbling around, occasionally getting over-excited and over the top, like she does. I seemed to spend most of the time feeding (Nick and Rich seemed to think so too - complaining men - "I've looked after Jessica/Hannah for ages"- delete as applicable!!!!) or, strangely, eating. Must do something about that... later!

So all was very well.. now onto Nick's minor blip.

He was supposed to find a book on weaning (a baby) out of the attic for me, he objected so much that, well... see for yourself!!

"Daddy shoe"

Hmmm.

So there it is. £75 excess to be found by us, all because Mr Oh So Academic was having a little tantrum at having to look for a book in the loft! Not impressed!

Anyway, here follows all the other, possibly less contentious/funny/commented upon? photos.

Dressing up stage 1 

Holding hands 

Not impressed 

"Tacktack" 

The Gang 

Milky, milky...

Here comes trouble 

Lovely.

Help or hindrance? 

The wheels on the bus go...(Complete yourself!) 

Tea for Two 

Cake! 

Bouncy, bouncy

Easter Weekend

Well, much belated, I'm back! (Sorry Pete & Courtney, it is quite hard to find the time!)

Not a lot's been going on, apart from the obvious humdrum, feeding, nappy changing, screaming, tearing hair out, wondering why I ever wanted two, and certainly why I wanted an age gap of two years! Nick's braun (certainly not his brains!) were required over the holiday weekend, to shift the Wylie furniture for the great revamp. Jessica insisted on walking the dogs, Nick didn't break anything and the house looked very empty when we were done (especially on account of the two sofas that got accidentally hidden in the van hired to visit Leamington. Wicked!)

Me and My Girls