Cliffumba: The name that never was

Poor Luie, only just recovering from a cold. He has been off his food and drink for the past 2 days. Finally back to his usual self and even finally smiling.


He didn't have any patience for photos with a placard showing his age. He had better ideas for the placard.

I'll miss you summer. 'Twas the silly season!






These last 2 were in the Sky Garden.

Just clearing up the backlog.

Here is Luie at 8 weeks1

He wasn't very smily on the day. But here he is in the park 5 days later,  quite amused by the canopy of his buggy.

The main reason why the blog had stalled for some time was because my digital camera stopped working and I was in denial for the longest time ever. I got over the denial eventually, and started using my iPhone. Not the best quality snaps, but gets the job done. But, my slide to senility meant that it took me forever to find a simple way of moving the photos from the phone to my PC. (Old age is creeping up on me).

Anyway, I did have the blog in mind the whole time as evinced by the photos taken on the anniversary of Luie's 4th week (not really an anniversary, but there you go).

 
The amazing this is that he was smiling long before this date (babies aren't supposed to be able to smile until 6 weeks). The midwife gave us a very patronising "There, there ... now. You can take that as him smiling if you like." But honestly, isn't this a smile:


Ah well, I choose to remain with the unshakable pride of a parent.

For some reason, my cousin Salia is able to calm our kids down in a way that neither of the rest of us can. So envious!

Smug bastard!

The announcement of Luie Daniel Mulimba on the blog is long, long overdue. He was born on the morning of the 31st of May 2015. Wasn't as quick as labour as with Caeden, but well worth the wait.






He even managed to be adorable enough to make the boys forget about having electronic screens to play with ...


.. but only for intervals!

More to follow.

As part of  the joy that is potty-training, one gets to see and  clean poo quite frequently. There are times in cleaning up Caeden's potty that one does a double-take! The first consideration is that you must have forgotten how big he himself is, so you look at him, then turn back to the poo in disbelief. It isn't really possible! The poo is almost certainly the equivalent of his weight. I still don't understand it no matter how many times I see it. Just doesn't add up.

But potty-training has its good side, such as bladder control, which can come in quite handy. For instance, most 2 year olds would probably remind their Uncle James to give them their morning Weetabix by perhaps a gentle prod, or if lucky even a wake-up kiss. Not resigned to such pedestrian means, Caeden opts for the more-difficult-to-ignore peeing on uncle's head technique. Cheers Caeden!

You will pleased to learn that this edition has no pictorials.