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To celebrate the birth of our second son it falls to me to celebrate in a fatherly style. To that end you are cordially invited to join me for a few cold drinks tomorrow night (the 28th of July, 2005) from 6pm at the Manly Wharf Hotel.

We bought Oliver home from the hospital this morning. Everyone is settled in and rather glad to be back, or arrived in one case.

Just back from visiting the family in the hospital and picking up JFGP from his evening visit to the Family Whiston (thanks guys). All is looking good and we’re off to pick up SWMBO and the littlest Todd tomorrow morning.
The car seat is down from the loft and the bassinet is ready for some serious [...]

Here’s JFGP this afternoon in the kitchen. I’ve been getting some good pictures with my new lens and a willing subject.
I think the credit for this one goes to a small boy though, not least for being very photogenic.

You may have noticed that I’m using flickr to store my photographs. They let you apply tags to photos to classify them, and I’m doing exactly that. With the ankle biters I’m using their names. Here are a selection of my tags;

Oliver
Alexander
SWMBO

For the technically challenged, and if I remember after I’ve caught up on my [...]

Say hello and welcome to Oliver John Todd. Born at 12:50am on Wednesday the 20th of July, 2005.
For the curious he weighed 3.63kg at birth and measured 52cm. In old money that’s 8lbs and about 20 inches.
Mother and baby are doing fine, Dad and big brother are memorising the route between home and North Sydney [...]

That’s it. I’m off home to pick up the family and take them to vaguely hospital related places. Wish us luck.

Well, not quite yet. It’s five days and counting until b-day. So we are on extremely high alert at Todd Towers. SWMBO has packed a hospital bag for herself and has promised me faithfully that she will be packing one for JFGP today. He’s off to stay with the Reeves for the early part of [...]

JFGP is pictured here enjoying a scrumptious plate of roast chicken and all of the trimmings, cooked by his Dad.
What the photo doesn’t show is that after this mouthful he announced that he was full and got down from the table to go and play with his train set. A small parent/child disagreement ensued.

Recently on this here interweb there have been reflections of good and bad. A bit like the real world then.