Food Glorious Food

Yay - Josh and I have our meals brought to us! Can you believe that people would offer to drop food off each day to help Tracey and I as we get to know our new son and his routine? Well that's exactly what our friends and the town folk have done - and that in 2008 in the land of crime and xenophobia (actually SA isn't as bad as CNN and the BBC made it appear - though no-one can deny that even Fhk had a town hall full of displaced and rather fearful foreigners - one of whom chose to return to Uganda rather than live in what I regard as paradise - one of us is a fool!) But thank you Franschhoek and friends - the difference you have made has warmed far more than our tummies!

Back to the feeding issue... So after months of not drinking wine (to save the foetus), Tracey now has to avoid chocolate, onion, broccoli and curry (to save us both from going insane or committing suicide via bashing our heads off from a lack of sleep caused by a bloated and irritable infant). It took 2 nights to work out that the chocolate issue is true and now we (she) accepts that if there's a hint that it might keep him up, it's better to put it down. Damn, being a guy has some serious benefits that are even better than the standing-up-toilet-thing. Which reminds me that I can't wait until he stands up and does his thing, rather than constantly replaying one of those ridiculous and ubiquitous 'comedy' scenes of the dad getting his shirt wet while trying to change the baby. I have learnt that 'checking' the pool pump or feeding the dogs just as the evening bath and change routine starts, buys just enough time and a valid excuse to keep my jersey on and my sleeves dry.