Busy day
Had one of those false starts this morning. As sooin as Baby Boy went down for his nap so did I. I was a worse than useless lump of person I was yawning so much. A nice 90 minute nap though put a dent in that and we headed off to the Botanic Gardens to meet people who have kids. Baby Boy decided to set things off with a bang by soiling every stitch he had on but we were undeterred and just changed him in the car boot - getting a myroiad of odd looks - and pressed on. The gardens were rather wonderful. We dodged the rain showers and got to watch Dd running joyously round the place with her new friends until she was the only one left with any energy to run anywhere. The glasshouses are worth seeing. They were built by the same guy who did Kew Gardens' ones and when they decided to restore theirs with new metal Dublin bought up the old metal with a whoop and used it for their restoration. They even have one of the Wollemi pines - in a big cage. The plants smelled delicious after the warm summer rain and we got to walk in the summer sun. There's a gorgeous little plaque oin one of the glasshouse steps to mark the place where where Wittgenstein used to sit and write. I'd spend a lot of time there if I was based on the Northside. The only complaint I have was that the cafe was much too small. We tried three times to get in and the queue was out the door each time. Some pictures are up in the August 2007 section of http://www.picasa.google.com/myles.corcoran
People came to dinner just to see our lovely children who did us proud by being textbook lovely children. DD did a puppet show for the masses and Baby Boy suffered being passed from hand to hand and showed off his 5 month old mad skills like a trooper. DD was quite the hostess and handed round food and then got to hand round a box of chocolates. She didn't take one herself. She gave the last one on the top layer to me and then turned to her Dada, who hadn't had one either, and making sure noone could see her except him let her bottom lip begin to quiver as she whispered sadly "there's none left Dada!" only to light up with delight when Dada produced the second layer. Moments of grown up magic like that are a joy!
Am now watching Once Upon a Time in Mexico which has to be the biggest possible pile of arse ever while still being ridiculously enjoyable. It makes a Robert Ludlum novel look logical, restrained and bloodless. ... OK the pile of arse just got bigger. Guitar cases will never look the same again. i always thought those Mariachi bands were a bit sinister before.
People came to dinner just to see our lovely children who did us proud by being textbook lovely children. DD did a puppet show for the masses and Baby Boy suffered being passed from hand to hand and showed off his 5 month old mad skills like a trooper. DD was quite the hostess and handed round food and then got to hand round a box of chocolates. She didn't take one herself. She gave the last one on the top layer to me and then turned to her Dada, who hadn't had one either, and making sure noone could see her except him let her bottom lip begin to quiver as she whispered sadly "there's none left Dada!" only to light up with delight when Dada produced the second layer. Moments of grown up magic like that are a joy!
Am now watching Once Upon a Time in Mexico which has to be the biggest possible pile of arse ever while still being ridiculously enjoyable. It makes a Robert Ludlum novel look logical, restrained and bloodless. ... OK the pile of arse just got bigger. Guitar cases will never look the same again. i always thought those Mariachi bands were a bit sinister before.