garklet

I love my Thinkpad

I’ve just spent the last hour stripping and cleaning my (well, effectively ‘s) Thinkpad after the managed to surreptitiously vomit into the keyboard and then give the keys a good hammering to work the gunge in well. Thanks to Lenovo’s support pages (which presumably they inherited from IBM), I was able to easily find the right manuals with instructions for taking apart an R51. The keyboard now only smells faintly of baby puke, and I suspect that will fade as the keyboard dries out fully. So my question to LJ is this: where’s the equivalent information on the Apple website… Read More »I love my Thinkpad

The won’t be eating eggs in future…

Well, today has been exciting, and not in a good way. Since the turned six months old last week (and if truth be told, for a couple of weeks before that) we’ve been introducing him to solid foods. We’re going down the baby-led weaning route, mainly because it seems to be more fun for him. So far he’s eaten: carrots, broccoli, parsnips (roast and boiled), potatoes (roast and boiled), spinach, asparagus, green beans, avocado, pear, nectarine, banana, strawberries, chicken and haddock. He’s enjoyed some of them (pear in particular, also broccoli, strawberries and asparagus), and hasn’t been too impressed with… Read More »The won’t be eating eggs in future…

Today we are mostly being very, very tired.

Generally busy weekend – Eurovision party on Saturday night, which involved a great deal of tidying. Gark Villa survived the attack of experimental subjects L and T rather better than last time, mostly thanks to the oilcloth on the table. The seemed to enjoy the attention from them, even when he was being flattened by their boundless enthusiasm.

On the topic of the , two important milestones were passed this weekend. Firstly, he cut his first tooth. Secondly, he ate (or at least gummed) his first solid food, being a carrot grabbed from ‘s plate. I present the following two images as proof:

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A checklist

Restlessness, irritability and disturbed sleep patterns? Check. Sore, red gums? Not clear. Flushed cheeks? Check. Loss of appetite? If by that you mean lots of little feeds rather than substantial big feeds, then yes. A slight rise in temperature (but not above 39°C, which indicates a fever)? Check. Dribbling (which may cause a rash or sore, chapped skin on the chin)? Check. A sudden desire to chew anything they can lay their hands on? Check. An urge to bite? Judging by the gum marks on ‘s arm this morning, yes. Either the is turning into a vampire, or he’s starting… Read More »A checklist

A Grand-ish Day Out

Off up to town with and the yesterday to see the Holbein exhibition at Tate Britain before it finishes, but not our most successful day out. Slept poorly the night before, and had a headache for most of the day that left me feeling grouchy and tearful by turns. Finally got out of the house after noon, thanks to a combination of arguments about pannetone (don’t ask) and last minute feeds. Got to the Tate at 3pm, only to find that they were selling tickets for entrance at 5pm by that point, so decided to book online and come back… Read More »A Grand-ish Day Out

At home with the Garks

For those that are looking for an excuse to escape from their families between Christmas and the New Year, we’re offering a retreat from family politics. We’re having an open house on Friday 29th December 2006, from noon onwards (our address is in this friends-locked post). Any or all of the following may be involved: Eating Drinking Making merry Playing silly board games Talking nonsense Adulation of the Anyone interested?

The Garklet has landed!

Alexander Iain, weighing 3.268kg (or 7lb3 in old money), at two minutes past midnight this morning, by caesarian section. Both the garklet and are doing well, even if mum is rather tired. More tomorrow (later today?), including pictures.