Showing posts with label knowledge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knowledge. Show all posts

Monday, 22 October 2007

Good chat

Had a good chat with a fellow-dad to be at work today.

Discussed all the usual, from scan photos to clothing. It's good that his wife is about to unload, as I can sorta see what the next few months will have in stock.

There were the usual words of advice like don't scrimp on the pushchair/carseat combo, be prepared to return loads of redundant gifts and make sure you really really need the stuff you're buying.

For example, apparently something like 60% of Moses baskets don't get used.

It's all good to know stuff and much easier on the brain than just reading this crap in a book.

Monday, 1 October 2007

Cat firmly out of the bag

Well, if the cat was ever in the bag, it's now been comfortably removed, sitting on the floor drinking some milk.

Almost everyone I know now knows that Sue and I are expecting. I wanted to tell everyone face to face, and given circumstances, wasn't able to - Sue and I had to tell our families over the phone.

Most of my friends in the UK had to wait a few weeks, just because I'm a hermit and don't get out much. Well, over the weekend I managed to see a load of people - from ex-colleagues at a leaving drink on Friday to a group of guys at Paul's birthday on Saturday night and then at the NHL game on Sunday.

So, bring on March 3, I'm just a little more ready now.

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Now playing: a-ha - Scoundrel Days (Album Version)
via FoxyTunes

Monday, 27 August 2007

Everybody Knows

It's like the Leonard Cohen song now.

We went to my cousin Louise's baby shower, as she just had a baby on Friday and everybody there now knows there's another bubby on the way.

Didn't want to steal the thunder from little baby Harley (named after the motorcycle apparently, not the Batman character as you'd imagine), but everyone there came up to Sue and I to congratulate us on our impending arrival.

Saturday, 11 August 2007

Beer Festival

Went to the 30th Great British Beer Festival today and they had the best t-shirt combo. There was an adult t-shirt that said "pint" and a baby t-shirt that said "half pint". If any of the stalls took cards, I think I would have been tempted.

When we left the festival, we (Paul, Paul and I) met up with Sue, Michelle, Ruby and Shelley who were hanging out in Green Park sunning themselves and changing and feeding Stella, Shelley's baby.

The cat came out of the bag when Shelley congratulated me and Paul asked me if I had something to tell him.

So, he's the first friend to know (of mine, anyway).