It had to happen

No words required.

 

although i must just say that it wasn't much to do with me, Grandma bought him the kit, and his mother and big sister wanted him to try it on. So i got my way without actually doing anything at all. Shame i'll been an even older old giffer by the time he wants me to come out a play footy with him.

 

backlog

More kids = even less time to blog, or do anything else at all really.
so here is some catchup photos and info.

Still no mane for the poor little fella, at least he has a home eh.
Birth weight 4.212 kg
Length 53 cm
Head circumference 38cm

no prizes for guessing who made this snazzy outfit fot him. Here modelled on the way home from the hospital a couple of weeks ago.

 

 

Riverdance, anybody?

 

 

 

 

The first weigh in by the district nurse

 

some of the few boy coloured clothes we have.

 

New addition

He didn't really want to come out, 13 days overdue and still no sign of an appearance meant that it was time to force the issue. Silje, the doctors, midwives and nurses did their stuff and at 01:56 Thursday 15th September out he came 'Jazz Hands' style. And no he didn't appear wearing that hat.

two minutes old..

 

Seems like he has made the most of his extended time inside his mother, he tipped the scales at healthy 4.212kg
Measured 53cm from top to toe and 38cm around his head.

 

 

 

Of course he had a couple of older sisters who were very eager to meet him and for once they did actually seem lost for words.

 

 

 

 

Untitled from matt on Vimeo.

Still no name at the time of writing but this is soon to be decided.

King for a day

I don't know about you other 'grown ups' but i'm asking myself, how did i actually get here? Only 20 short years ago i was, well 20, with the world at my Dr. Marten booted feet. And whoosh suddenly 40, eh? what happened.
No denying that i have been a grumpy old man since, actually always, so this is only my age finally cathcing up with itself.

I must now also sadly concede at the age og 40 and 1 day that i will never play in goal for United.

So king for a day, i had a bonfire on a cake.

and Silje kindly made me a crown, just to make feel that litte bit more superior, i know everybody at the table was jealous.

During our summer holidays somebody.........

saw a red sky at night,

smiled a lot,

overcame their fear of boats,

felt the wind in their (never been cut) hair

got bigger,

didn't catch anything again,

got the fishing line caught in the outboard engine,

got hugged,

ate too much jelly and squirty cream,

perfected thier 'fake come on just take the picture' smile,

rode on a donkey

overcame thier fear of holding animals,

and then wouldn't put them down,

went to the beach,

got wet,




celebrated their 3rd birthday,

had a proud older sister for company,

got an umbrella for their birthday,

 

opened some more presents,

 

squirted themselves in the eye with a water pistol,

perfected their bikini pose at the age of 5½

marveled at top quality chinese craftmanship.

went to the beach again,

 

layed low on a lilo,

 

pushed thier father in the sea.

 

22.07.11

Ummmm, blimey.
We were thankfully 500km away at Silje's parents summer house at the time of the explosion so weren't directly affected.
The handicap of no internet connection there has hindered me from being able to update our status until now.
Not much else to add that hasn't been reported in the media so far, Oslo, Norway and maybe even all of Europe was caught unawares.