Grand Final Weekend

Given that it was the weekend of both the AFL and NRL Grand Finals Mitch decided it was time he learn how to master the TV remote control.

Hmmm ... it doesn't seem to work this way ...

... I'm pretty sure the batteries are okay ...

It soon became clear, it wasn't quite as easy to master as Daddy made it seem.
... maybe if I use my mouth ...

As Mitch sank into the cushions on the couch he cursed the new fangled technology. The irony of course being that in a few years he'll be the one showing Mummy and Daddy how to do it.


We just had a three day weekend, which was a great time to spend together as a little family. It just made going back to work today that much harder. Fortunately I have the whole week off, the week after next.

Mitch performed his first roll from back to belly yesterday. Only Meeks saw it. I was replacing a lightbulb and Meeks just happened to be walking past when he did it. Apparently it wasn't very graceful or coordinated. He sort of bent his back and swung his legs over and momentum carried him over. Of course we clapped and congratulated him. He wandered what all the fuss was about, and after realising that he couldn't reach whatever he was looking for on his belly, rolled back onto his back!

In other news, some of the tiles in the shower recess are cracked and the grout is falling out and there is some leakage through the hob onto the floor of the bathroom (and goodness knows where else), so we have the fun and no doubt expensive decision of what to do about that. As with many of the "jobs" done by the previous owners, some of the work is fairly shoddy so we might have to go with a more complete job than a quick repair effort. Also being our only bathroom, it will mean temporarily relocating while it is done.