First Prawns, Now Nappies

Vic has a habit of smelling prawns. Whenever she buys a prawn mayonnaise sandwich from Marks & Spencers, I have to watch her pick out every prawn -- one by one -- and sniff them to see if they are "off" or not. It's obsessive.

She has now taken to doing to same thing with India's nappy.

"Does she need a change?"

"Let me have a good sniff... No!"

I know it's one of those Things Parents Do, but I didn't expect Vic to be in the habit in just four weeks.


Feeding Time At The Zoo

The other night, when India's internal alarm clock went off at 1:27 am to let us all know she needed feeding, I admit to feeling a little bit

"Fragga ragga, look at the time, I'm knackered and not enjoying this."

But by 2:27 am, after I'd fed and winded her, and we were both tucked-up back in our respective beds, I felt a warm glowing sense of contentment.

"Ace, I've just fed my daughter and she's happy."

A wonderful feeling, and one that I'd managed to forget by 3:30 am last night ;)


Let's Watch The Football Daddy

Our first match watched together will be the big game tomorrow -- if it goes ahead. I expect a nail-biting nil-nil draw -- as without Owen, England are unlikely to score -- and a full understanding of the off-side rule from India.