Red dawn

Both Jen and Hamish are now back at base camp. The house has been busy of late; Aunty Steph has finished uni, and Uncle Jonny has finished High School; so most days see the house with the following occupants when I'm not at work:
me
Jen
Callum
Hamish
Jen's mum
Jonathon
Steph
Liz
Tom
Jack

So there are now 4 little ones running around (Hamish, to be honest, isn't doing a lot of that). Today I've been trying to do some work (difficult on such a nice day) while the lot of them have been outside (except for Hamish, who is asleep, and Jen, who is also asleep).

Most of them were in the pool except for Callum, who was playing with his water toy (table with two compartments for sand and water, but usually filled with water both sides) which he thinks is great and gets himself soaked in all the time. Steph was floating on a lilo while John threw things at Tom and Jack ran around the pool in circles in the nud.

Hamish has been mostly sleeping since he got back; he was fairly good last night; minimally broken sleep for Jen and I, although he did puke all over me and my side of the bed. I think he's going to be just as pukey as Callum was until he was about 8 months old (i.e. all the time). He's a big eater; it'll be interesting to see how much like Callum he turns out seeing as he's such a different shape with his skinny little arms and legs.

Comparison #2

Just removed the colour for another comparison - Hamish has fatter cheeks, that's about it.


 

Bigger fatter number 2

Despite my original objections, number two turned out to be called Hamish. Hamish Andrew Campbell. As it happened, when he finally made an appearance (37 weeks, so a little on the early side), someone had coloured him in with a bright orange crayon.


Calling him anything else just didn't seem to fit with that roof, so Hamish it is. Everyone who sees him comments on it (gingers aren't too common here, despite the widespread British ancestry). He made his appearance after an almightly struggle with his poor mother, finishing at 0812h on 14/1/07. Both mum and carrot are doing well.


He actually looks strikingly like Callum, except for his hair. He makes just as much noise (squeaking, grunting, whimpering) in his sleep, and he also sounds like a weightlifter doing a career best lift when he does a poo.


Callum is unpeturbed. He has been spoilt by Grandma and Grandad Jeffrey being there all day playing with him, so seems to have barely noticed our absence. He was happy to give Hamish a kiss (although currently, if he kisses one person, he makes sure to kiss everyone in the room before he is happy).


... And to show what a sharing, caring big brother he is, he spent some time trying to feed Hamish some pineapple chunks. Hamish actually seemed to like the idea though he didn't end up getting any as his meanie parents wouldn't let him.

So far, everything seems good - 10 fingers, 10 toes, 1 set scrots and 1 set bots. He does have a funny belly button which might sort itself out over time (otherwise he'll have the most outie outie I have ever seen - it's like the finger from a glove with the tip cut off, leaving an inch or so of dangly skin.)

This is the second attempt to post this - should have been up last night but looked today and it wasn't there. Hopefully this time it will work.