The T is back, crazy fool. Eat a Snickers and maybe have some milk with it.

stress relief

be relieved

the last mohican

Every morning Hudson wakes with a perfect Mohawk as you can see in this picture, conversely this picture also shows the first time that Jo's eyes have been this open for weeks.

Pain

I'm in a lot of it (pain that is).

If you hadn't realised, Lucy and her Husband Tim (my sister and brother in Law) are over from New Zealand. Now Tim being a proud New Zealander plays rugby regularly on the dark side of the planet, and decided that he wouldn't let the more proficient (and bigger) English players put him off playing now that he's in the uk. I too am a fan of the game so Tim in invited me to play along side him for Old Alleynians. I Haven't played in a few few years (8 to be precise) so it was with fear and trepidation that I donned my new rugby shorts, bit into my gum sheild and walked onto the pitch (I did also have on a shirt, socks and boots) I then left the pitch to have one final nerve induced pee, then back onto the pitch.

What a game was had by all, well all on our team. After one mistake by me (which resulted in them getting a try) I had a good game. We ended up winning 46 : 17. So my mistake was more of a consalation for them than anything else.

Trouble is when the game was over I started to feel everyone of my 28 years, the next day I felt about 40, today I think I may be at death's door. Still I'm playing again on Saturday, so it can't be that bad.




Admittedly this is a better shot of Tim than me. But still what a shot (we're the ones in blue).










We leave the pitch, our work is done.

Optical illusion

I am most definitely bigger than my sister, and my dad is only an inch taller than me.

However, I look like a child in comparison.

Oh, and the blue cross on my sisters back indicates she was carrying Hudson who, shortly afterwards, pooed big time which went untreated until we got home. Unfortunately, it was a big poo, which leaked everywhere. The slight sweaty feeling Bek had was infact a mixture of poo and wee, which she, to all intents and purposes, marinated in for an hour.

Pride and joy, but it's broke

Sadly, a hundred or so miles after this picture was taken the beloved van blew up on the M5. She was going like a beauty, then all that could be seen was smoke. Happily it's not the end, in-fact more like the beginning, a new engine has been purchased to be fitted a.s.a.p. Soon she will be speck in fasters cars rear view mirrors again, she just needs some loving. And by golly she'll get it.

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Behold a son - Hudson

Finally I've managed to get on the internet and also get some photo's too. Hurrah. Well for those who've not yet seen him, here he is Hudson John Collis Taylor, weighing in a hefty 9 pounds 14.5 ounces. But gaining steadily everyday since.






Could I be prouder? I don't think so, he even picks his nose. Just like his Dad.












Who incidently looked like a plonker the first time his son saw him.



















And the view out of our window



We're all doing well, loving being a slightly bigger family. I never realised I would love him as I love him, very weird but very great.