My sister getting broody, Rob getting nervous...
And then I told her to push... in the back garden, blow-by-blow.
Wetting the baby's head - Karin in fact managed to pour it all down
his front, whereupon I had to lick it out of his eyes and he licked
it off the rest of himself... Genetic inheritance intact then. Please
don't tell social services!
Karin in the ward at Kings, day 3 PJ. Just beginning to get things
sorted...
"Monster Munch Feet". Don't do it folks!
Modelling brightly-coloured babywear, number one.
Modelling brightly-coloured babywear, number two - note tastefully
selected cat motif.
Joey and Oma. Ahhh! One slightly yellow baby.
What's bandwidth, dad?
Like father, like son - the genetic inheritance clearly established.
Joey and Karin at the Pub - Joey aged 1 week. Start as we mean to
continue: Karin attempts to tell her son it is his round.
The infamous Buckland Scowl makes its appearance. What the hell
do you think is so funny?! Emma chortles at the thought of
the misery she is going to make his life in later years...
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OK,
this is the one where you wish you had broadband. here are
a selection of piccies, in no particular order, of us, Joey
and relatives. I guess this will get sub-categorised as we
go along, but hey, why make work for yourself when you don't
need to!
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