When September Ends

Bedtime for the Campbells
Once again, no news of any particular interest. Jen and the boy are enjoying scooting around in the new car, and run me in to work when my shifts suit.


Life is hard
The wee yin is growing happily, despite his regular regurgitation of his dinner onto his parents as he is a little pig and eats far too much. He is following along on above the 90th centile, up to 5kg at around 4 weeks. For those unfamiliar with centiles, that means he's a fat little bugger. He's due to see the paediatrician in a few days' time for a six week (roughly) check, which as far as I can see involves him fleecing us for about 80 bucks to tell us that he's fine. I don't think he knows I'm a doctor so I might compile a list of the most annoying questions I ever get asked and ask them all, for the sake of a little value for money.



Jen is getting smaller by the day as the parasite feeds. I think at the rate they're both going, they'll be the same weight in about a month, before Callum swallows Jen whole sometime near the end of the year.

Have decided (probably) to buy a camcorder before the trip to the UK at the end of the year so we can bore the relatives with more than just still photos. As I know nothing about the things and don't want to spend $600 on a lemon (about the cheapest ones out there) I will probably leave decision making for so long that I make an impulse buy of some piece of crap just before getting on the last plane, and meaning I have to go back to Dubai to return it.


Callum and cousin Tom...

...arguing about who's the bigger burden to their poor mothers

Finally gave in and let the boy have a dummy, for the sake of sleep and the sanctity of marriage. He still manages to make almost continual noise with it in his mouth though. We've also relegated him to his bedroom too, so that I don't sit awake for hours listening to him whimpering in his sleep, dreaming baby dreams, which presumably involve nappies, nipples and the nightmare of the ordeal of birth.