I flew out of Somewhere Not Here to Somewhere Not There to see my Bro, his Mrs and The Baby. I heart The Baby. Like freakin truck loads! He is the world's most awesome baby. (Sparx I'm sorry, but I'm biased - forgive me?)
I learnt in the week I was there that he
- loves it when I wink, but only with my right eye - I think I look more stupid when I do it with my right eye, it kind of makes me screw my whole face up.
- loves it when I screech "WILD STRAWBERRIES!" Pnau - Wild Strawberries - give it 20 seconds... that's all I ask.
- loves horsey rides, but due to the excessive size of his head and the fact that he's 4 months old and not that skilled in the area of head control, this is to the horror of his mother and father.
- is most comfortable when you are not, ie, should you wish to sit down he will need you to stand up and vice versa.
- is the world's most awesome baby.
Anyway, so I flew to Somewhere Not There for The Baby's christening because my Bro and his Mrs are under the impression that I would be a good influence over their child and that I should be his godmother. With the Mrs's sister. So the kid is fucked from word go, he has 2 godmothers and no godfathers. Anyhoo, continuing on... I don't like churches. I don't really get a kick out of religion. But I was doing it for The Baby. The priest was acutally a sweetheart, quite liked him and he gave me a cheat sheet that told me what I had to say. So there I am chillin out showing the lovely old ducks in the congregation what an awesome godmother I am when I see this written at the top of the cheat sheet:
What. The. Flying. Duckshit. The kid is 4 months old, can't hold up his head, loves horsey rides, and doesn't know where his hands are, but he needs an exorcism?! Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, I went to a Catholic school, I know about Original Sin and all that bullshit, but an exorcism? Can we say Drama Queens? Faaarq.
Anyway the point to all of this is we had a week long holiday, I was away playin with The Baby for that whole week so going back to school today felt like I had never left. And not in a good way. This is going to be a mo fo of a term.