Ploob's all day Daddy

I had a christmas shopping day today, a free day off courtesy of my gratefull employer. I didn't do any christmas shopping thpugh. My 6 month old son, Cole needs looking after, he's not special needs or anything, aparently it is normal that humans of this age need supervision, I don't remember.

The alarm call sounded at 7am sharp, he doesn't cry in the morning he just chirps and chimps on and we have an intercom set up so we hear him loud and clear! I'm looking forward to when he begins to talk and we wake up to Cole tranmitting "Mam, Dad, I'm awake now, my nappy is full of that awful stuff and I'm hungry - Over". Perhaps I will reply with "That's wall to wall and tree tops tall no need to take your shoes off" ( this was a quote from a trucker themed pillow/quilt set I had when i was a child, a Trucker themed quilt set - what silent psychological damage has this done I wonder, maybe my Star Wars quilt and curtain set mitigated any gayness)

So after his 7am bottle there is, I am told, a window of opportunity for me to eat. 7.45 - 8.00, a 15 minute window to ram down 2 slices of toast and a cup of tea whilst preparing his second course (expensive creamy porridge). Cole likes his dad to clap and dance at all times, a dad that doesnt clap and dance is not a good dad.

Aunty Sarah and cousin Niamh arrived at 9.30 in time for the guinness book of records attempt at the smelliest nappy. I reckon we had a new world record.

At aproximately 11.30 am we witnessed the deforestation of Pooh's 100 acre forest. Cole had managed to undo the elasticated folliage cover on his pooh themed play gym. It snapped up packing him into a little green ball. It was like something from the Matrix, his surroundings suddenly falling away revealing the rubber ring in all it's plain white plastic horror. (It also reminded me of the £40 I paid out for a rubber ring and some cloth! )

I only hope we didnt compromise Pooh's ecosystem.