Pater: Never tiring

Posted by Pater , Sunday, December 16, 2012 12:52 AM

"Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."


Samuel Johnson, he of the dictionary fame, said that on Sept 20 1777 and a mere 235 years later, Pater and AJ2 travelled to London to check the veracity in the city... Thankfully, AJ2, the flight over was smoother than that last attempt at word humour.
AJ2, thanks to milk and sleep, inflight phone calls and movies, and some weird-kissing pillow thing, it was a joy flying with you (Pater even got through a whole movie which is not something AJ1 has ever allowed Mater or Pater on a flight, short or long haul).
 
 
 
 
Once on hallowed ground, and a quick taxi ride later, we were at Grandma London's home for the warmest welcome an Avocado Junior could hope for.  Over the next week, and when not shopping for Mater's wardrobe or lighting candles for Chanukah, AJ2 crawled, tottered, hugged and tasted his way around Grandma London's, Grandpa London's and Pater's friends' homes to make sure that, indeed, "there is in London all that life can afford":

Furniture that can be used for standing?  Check.
 
 

Abundance of food and milk?  Check.
 
 
Bath apparatus?  Check.
 
Pillow for that weird-kissing thing?  Check.
Loving grandparents?  Double Check.
 
It was only a short visit, but thanks to loving family and friends, London and AJ2 got on like a house on fire.  And unlike Pater, who is clearly not an intellectual by Samuel Johnson's measure, having left London for warmer and then colder climes some six years earlier, AJ2 may be back for good one day.  

But for now, all that remained was a flight home with milk...
 ...a sleep...
 
 ...a drink...
 ...a harder drink...
...a quick call to Mater to pick us up from the airport...

...watching a nail biting thriller on the inflight entertainment...
 
...another sleep...
 ....food...
 ...another sleep...
 ...and then the best welcome home a jetsetting Avocado Junior and his Pater could wish for.

Mater: Happy Birthday to ya, Happy Birthday

Posted by Pater , Friday, November 30, 2012 10:24 AM

My babies are a year older.  Mater is not going to get all maudlin (at least not without a glass of white wine) but as we travel down the passage of time...no, stop, that's the kind of thing Pater drivels on about and Mater refuses to do anything but celebrate as you, AJ1 and AJ2, reach milestones.  AJ1, at three years old you are turning into a beautiful young lady, with humour and charm in equal measure and Mater could not be prouder of the way you approach everything with a Can-Do attitude.  AJ2, as you hit your first year, your cute rolls of fat, smiley face and attempts at climbing and crawling fill me with love and a desire to smoosh you and, on occasion, eat parts of your legs, arms and bum.  So let's bring out the cake, light up the candles, put on the pointy hats and CELEBRATE.


And what's a birthday without friends, family and a party or four?
 
 
 
 
 








And what's a party without cake?


Or post-cake clean up?