Death to the bogan curls!

Death to the bogan curls!
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Mel finally succumbed and agreed to give grayson a haircut. Well just the bogan curls (as Riley calls them). For the uninitiated, bogan curls are the long bits that hang over the ears. Mel thought they gave him a bit of a rock god look... The rest was ok for the time being. And cutting G's hair is not as easy as you might think. A very active, not so little, boy....a pair of scissors....and trying to get then near his head without poking out an eye or something. Hence I wouldn't say the cut was exactly salon quality or even straight for that matter. So Grayson has requested no photos on the blog until things have evened out :)

RAH!

RAH!
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Tis me again, Grayson monster (well, that is what I seem to be called a LOT these days) - and as you can see, I have been practising my monster roars.... this time on the beach (I haven't been to one before, as the mother unit keeps worrying about familial history of melanocytic lesions or something.... see daddy, I do pay attention to those big words you like to use)
:D
We took that strange man staying in our spare room to the beach and to see the Q1 tower as he seemed to like that sort of thing. The view seemed rather interesting and everything beneath us was quite small. The parent units and the strange man all sat down afterwards to buy some funny looking drinks and feed me the usual squishey and smug infant food. I was more interested in the cheese and crackers on their plate, so I helped myself to some of that too.
The strange man (ok, I will call him by his real name.... Just.... Paul)

insert cheeky g look here - MWAH

wanted to go to a "beach" so we went to this giant sand pit with lots of strange creatures walking in and out of the water. I was a bit perturbed by this at first and found great solace in the mother unit who explained to me that everything was ok, the strange creatures were actually people dressed in silly outfits (I can't talk, see what they put me into half the time) and that in summer time we can go swimming in the water. Hmmm. It didn't sound too bad after that so I started having a bit of fun jumping up and down and getting sand over all my clothes.

All too soon we had to go home, and drop ....Paul off at the airport so he could fly to other exciting destinations.

I am trying to be a good baby, but sometimes it is hard being the Grayson. I can stand up and wobble a bit now, and I have developed an unstoppable yearning to know all about.... power cords, giant TVs, DVD players, remote controls, water patches on the outside balcony, the vacuum cleaner, what really goes on behind my change table and those canisters that sit beside the toilet containing rolls of paper and funny brushes (that are a lot bigger than the one mummy uses on her hair)

Hmmm.
Or is that...

heh heh heh

Later
G

Fat lip :(

Fat lip :(
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Daddy, I got into my first fight and now I have a swollen lip. I tried to attack the vacuum cleaner but it didn't take kindly to that sort of thing! Round one may have gone to the Meile but I don't give up that easily! I have a cunning plan for revenge..... Mwah!

Grayson finally updates... GoMA trip with just..... Paul

Smart sensible uncle and me at GoMA
Originally uploaded by b boy.

Hurrah! Tis me, Master G in da house, or whatever silly thing the parental units try and make me do/say these days.
Well, its time for an update - and what an INTERESTING time has been going on this past week
1. We have had a strange man staying in the spare bedroom... well,, he seemed a bit strange at first, although he has the same nose as mummy monster (I mean my dear wonderful mother :D) and likes to tickle my feet too
grrr....
That being said, he does play with me a LOT and mummy keeps saying that he is my oncul (or something) and that he is the only one I have and that he has travelled a long way on a plane to come and see me (amongst other things) and well... he IS kind of fun (especially when mummy takes me into the spare bedroom and I get to jump up and down on top of him in the morning while he is still sort of sleepy....)
MWAH!!!
2. I can stand up from a sitting position by myself! And even climb on top of things so I can access stuff I really need, like car keys/remote controls and a WHO weekly magazine
3. Grandma and grandpa took me to Doctor John last week as I was not my usual happy happy self and was pulling my left ear (the meds hadn't kicked in that day....jk!). He told them I was ok, but that my weight at 9 months old is 12.4kg!
What can I say.... I'm BIG (but toned, nicely toned)
4. Daddy has started to get a bit obsessive about taping television with some antiquated thing called a vcr - sbs in the middle of the night??? Men in tight lycra??? Tour DAY france or something...

Hmmm - the uncle unit seems to be enjoying it too.

Off to get some sleep so I can wake Paul again at some ridiculously early hour in the morning. (like 8am)
HA!
g

Crawling