Roryworld

(altogether now...) Daaa da... Daaa da.... Daa da..dada da da da da da... blah blah blooooooo....

Yes - he has teeth. Two, in fact.

All the better for BITING you with..

mwaahahahahaha.....












Also - here is Rory in a box. No reason....

Two weeks ago Rory went to the Weege to visit his cousin Niamh and his pal baby Cathal.

And just look at Cathal! He's about 9 months here, and crawling around like a big grown-up lad.

Rory was purdy impressed, as you can imagine. He could learn a thing or two from Cathal about the usefulness of crawling forwards (as opposed to pinging randomly backwards using his head).


Here's Rory's auntie Susan having a go of Messrs Cathal and Rory...


And now, for the purposes of comparison, and cos it's vv cute, here are Rory and Cathal back in, I think, April, when Rory was a couple of weeks old and Cathal only 5 weeks older than him.

(and this photo also comes from Cathal and Tanith's first visit to our house - the very picture of "tired new mummies" don't you think?)

Meanwhile, Cousin Niamh continues to get big at a rate of knots and - what's this? I think she's been copying her big boy cousin and is learning to suck her thumb...

Reading what is possibly the most absurdly right-on parenting magazine in the world, http://www.thegreenparent.co.uk/, I came across the idea of a Treasure Basket. Here's some more on it... http://education.ex.ac.uk/music-one2one/docs/handouttreasurebaskets.pdf
(Interesting sidebar: this turned out to be an idea that our friend Ellen's mum, eminent psychologist, has been instrumental in popularising and introducing to nurseries across the land - good huh?)

So gave it a go and what do you know? Rory really digs the big basket of miscellaneous household objects (aka "crap from round the house"). He'll actually sit still and play with it for quite a bit, and that has been wonderfully good for my ability to have a shower...

Talking of the Box of Delights - I'd very much like to see it again, as we come up to Christmas... It reminds me of warm Chrimbo fuzziness and EVIL WOLVES. I wonder if there's any prospect of a repeat? Or would it be rubbish now I'm grown up? Views welcome...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/classic/box/

Oh, he's quite the outdoors type is Rory. Here he is with his loving Granny and Grandpa Magee, just about to go for a walk in the Botanical Gardens... (while his mother drank lots of tea in their house and vegetated watching Deal or No Deal...)

And here he is enjoying a very early introduction to birdwatching from his Daddy, last weekend in Cramond...

(Secretary's report on expedition: lots of gulls. No ducks of interest. The possible Purple Sandpiper turned out to be a Turnstone. Or perhaps it was a Purplestone that turned out to be a Turnpiper...? [DN: We may need to do some factchecking here])

The boy has been doing the following fun new things recently...

1) Two weeks ago, his first tooth appeared on the bottom, front left...

2) And then last week, a second tooth next to it, bottom front right! He doesn't yet appear to realise that it hurts when he bites people with them.. but he's slowly getting the idea from our yelps

3) He's a mini tigger! He's gone mad for jumping up and down on our laps, just for the joy of life. It's incredibly infectious fun.















4) He stood up in the bath! Entirely unexpected, and slightly alarming at the time. But you have never seen a little chap look so delighted with himself.

We don't have a photo to illustrate this momentous occasion, but here is a rather silly naked man competing at the World Tin Bath Championships on the Isle of Man, instead.

Wi' jam in... (this joke was first broadcast... etc)

Look at this. So young, but so creative... (Rory, I mean. Not Stephen...)

These are for Granny Magee, really - she loves our boy's podgy arms...