Sunday, July 31, 2011

A bit more of the same


Some people blog about politics or current affairs or deep philosophical matters. I sometimes find it a bit embarrassing when non-bloggy friends, on hearing about my blog, say with wonder, “What do you blog about?” and I say, “Um… the cats… the garden… the family… funny things students write… nothing very much, really.”

However, as you may have noticed, the blog has been even less wide-ranging recently, and has rather emphasised Grandson and other family members. I apologise for those less fascinated than I by this (or maybe any) baby. It’s partly at least to show the offspring who aren’t in Edinburgh how Grandson is doing but mainly, I suppose, just because I am a typically besotted Granny.

Son and fiancĂ©e came down from Perth this morning and we all (except, alas, Daughter 2, who’s in London) had lunch together. And a bit of cat time.









Oh, and some baby-admiring time.






Son’s washing machine in his rented Perth flat has broken down, so he came to do the washing as well as to admire his nephew. He and the young lady are having to change jobs and hospitals mid-week so while I prepared the lunch, she read about Accident and Emergency work as he mugged up on Orthopaedics. (He’s just finished a 12-day-on-the-trot stint on the current, completely different, job and is about to embark on night shift.) There will some young doctors who will have done less preparation for their new jobs. Look after yourselves with some care, Scottish people, while the changeovers take place in your local hospitals. Avoid having As or Es, for example. You might not be seen by Son's beloved.




Grandson caused his parents a bit of worry earlier this morning (not for the last time, I fear). He became rather wheezy - he has a bit of a snuffle. The midwife advised them to put him in a steamy atmosphere, which seemed to do the trick. All the same, Son gave him a bit of a check-up. He looked for intercostal or subcostal recession. (?) Happily, he didn’t find it.





Look! A smile! It wasn’t quite a real one, of course. He was just going through a repertoire of expressions while sleeping. But he’ll be beaming away soon enough, I hope.

He’s a fortnight old now. And we all feel that we’ve known him for ever.








































12 comments:

Fire Bird said...

little angel

jkhenson said...

I have enjoyed the family and baby photos! And am glad to hear all are well. :) Love the smiling photo. Amazing that it's hard not to smile when we see others smiling. :) Hugs to you!

Dartford Warbler said...

Such a beautiful baby! No wonder you are besotted.

the veg artist said...

Family old and new, homes and cats, the real stuff of life, really.

Linds said...

That last photo is absolutely beautiful - what a gorgeous little grandson you have! Being a Granny is just the best, isn't it???!

Molly said...

Not a smile? How can you say that? At the very least he's seeing angels, as my m-i-l used to say, and that's enough to make anyone smile! Very sweet smile it is too....

Relatively Retiring said...

That is certainly a smile! It's amazing how something like that completely wipes out the sleepless nights and the exhaustion - or perhaps those haven't happened?

ChrisB said...

Oh what a lovely smile, real or not, it melts your heart. How handy having a family Doc around to check him.....

love those cupcakes said...

Love that smile.

Jennifer said...

Isabelle, it is your blog, and your life.....you can write about whatever you wish! He is a cute little feller, isn't he?

Stomper Girl said...

I am definitely enjoying all the baby worship.

Fran said...

I love the succession of pictures on your blog - son holding baby, son holding cat ... what comes next? Keep writing what you want to write. It's always good to read. Especially when I have time to read it because of the summer holidays!