The curve of Cuteness Vs. Volume.
Young Nibbles can be proud that I have named this graph after him. He can cover the whole range in the space of a few seconds, but does seem to enjoy spending time in the right hand side.
It's not very good but there is lots of swearing
Young Nibbles can be proud that I have named this graph after him. He can cover the whole range in the space of a few seconds, but does seem to enjoy spending time in the right hand side.
It’s 4.20am and young Nibbles is thrashing around and crying in the corner of our bedroom, suffering from some nasty wind. When you are only 18 inches long, a bubble of gas going through your digestive tract is a big deal and it’s understandable that he gets upset. I’m comforting him, giving him little pats and ssshhhs and popping a dummy in when he wants it. Then –
Pppphhhhhrrrppbb!
“That was him” I hasten to tell Jen, lest she think I’m some sort of flatulent oaf that just stands there, venting gas while his son is in pain.
Pbbbffffpphhhhb! “Oh, actually that one was me”
Phhhhhuurrrt! “That was him again”
Pppbbbbbbbt! “Sorry – me that time”
Phhhhhbbpppbb! “That was him, honestly”…
And so on, much in the vein of the beans scene from Blazing Saddles. “Like father, like son” Jen observed in a sleep-deprived sort of way. I must say that the little guy makes me proud.
Just a quick post to make up for the lack of blathering recently. I’d like to say that the reason for this is that I’ve been occupied with our latest wibbler, James, but that doesn’t really wash because I’ve had time to not only sort out his website with the novelty “nibbl.es” domain, but also another one of “asshol.es”. So there we go – I’m a big fat liar of a weasel with two absolutely hilarious new domains. Mind the ribs. Oh yes, “asshol.es” is for sale, if you want it. Just don’t tell me what you intend to put on it. I’ve seen things that… well, just don’t tell me, OK?
But the important thing is that James is doing fine. He’s got the nickname “Nibbles” because he’s always hungry; if he’s not attached to a boob, he’s not happy. Insert obvious joke here. The reason becomes clear when you realise that his weight has increased from 7lbs 1oz to 9lbs in two weeks. So he’s putting on a pound every week – that’s 14% of his body weight. No wonder he’s hungry all the time – that’s like me putting on almost 2 stones in a week. That’s some serious porking.
That’s it for now. I’ll be getting back to the normal codswallop, vague unfocussed rantings all too soon.
You might be lacking sleep and money, but one thing you won’t be short of is advice. This will come from friends, family, cow-orkers or just people who come up to you in shops. It usually goes along the lines of “don’t worry – it gets easier. After 20 years, ha ha”. Whether you merely fantasise about punching them or whether you actually deck them is up to you, but here is some advice that is slightly more useful.
I think that’s about it. Good luck.