Friday, August 28, 2009

Cat Song

'Daddy! Cat song please' - right there the asks of son to dad began. Fast forward a few years and I'll be asked to give a lift to a friend's house, or drop Harry off with his girlfriend at the cinema.
Problem was I had no idea what the Cat Song was. I thought it was on a Disney nursery rhymes CD we bought Harry a couple of weeks ago. I was spinning between Looby Loo and some stupid song about having cherry pie for a snack (A SNACK!) while negotiating rush hour. I never found the Cat Song. I had the wrong CD on. It's the Aristocats song which was on another Disney CD, Bev told me. Stupid daddy. Thank god there wasn't a tantrum. Unlike when I went a different way to mother-in-law (MIL)'s house yesterday morning.
Y'see MIL lives about a ten-minute drive from us and there are two routes there. If I go one way, I know Harry will want to go the other way as that's the route he goes with Bev. Go the other way and Harry will want to go the other way. Confused? Yeah so am I. I just turn up the Disney CD and eat my humble cherry pie.

On the gaming front I'm well into Madden NFL 10. I got dicked the other night 42-6. I even missed an extra point with the Dolphins. But I love Madden, always have. Stupidly I tried to go online with it again last night, but moved the 360 when it was on, causing that horrible noise that means my disc is scratched beyond repair. No Madden for me until I get the disc sorted out. Gutted. At least there was a 5-0 win on FIFA to cheer me up and a download of Trials HD which is a joy. I'm thinking of getting Batman though. The reviews are coming in good.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Scan time

Today sums out why it's ace to be a dad. First up, to be woken up with a Lightning McQueen car in your face is funny, but to then be greeted with 'Come on Daddy, let's play' is another. If you don't get up within a couple of seconds you get another 'Come on Daddy', with a pull of the duvet. It doesn't matter if the clock reads 6.23am. You're up, and there's nothing you can do about it.

This morning my wife and I had to take Harry to the hospital. Y'see Bev is now three months pregnant and it was the first scan. Off we popped to that ultrasound department of Peterborough hospital with Harry to check it out. Fortunately all is good. Bev is just over 12 weeks gone and Harry now things there is a baby in not just mummy's tummy, but daddy's and his, too. Watching him lift his T-shirt and saying 'baby in my tummy' is very cute. Even funnier is the fact that he runs to the toilet to pretend to be sick like mummy. The Baby No.2 adventure starts here. More to come in the following weeks but for now I need to pick my Fantasy League team for the weekend. Most men would agree that this is The Most Important Thing To Do this weekend.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Games take a backseat (for a while)

I haven't switched on my Xbox for about three months to play a game. It's been switched on to watch Cars, Bob The Builder and In The Night Garden. That's what a two-year-old son does to you. Even The Wire doesn't get much of a look in these days as I'm too knackered by 10pm to think about putting it on. But I wouldn't swap this for the world - the little man can watch all the Cars he wants. Just wait until I take him to see Toy Story 3 next year. Shit the sheets that's gonna be awesome.
Anyway, back to games. So, the Xbox isn't getting much of a go, but what is? Professor Layton was good for about a week's holiday and I got that 100 Famous Novels On A Cart thing for Father's Day the other month, but all I've read so far is a bit of Edgar Poe.
The rest of my evenings have been writing a football facts book for work, which has taken about four months of hard graft to compile. You can see more about it over at Tesco Entertainment Take a look, every little helps.
So, the rest of my blogging year will be all about Harry's growing up and my lack of gaming. Today we went for a walk after work to look for a blue cat with blue paws and blue whiskers. I thought something out of a Miyazaki film was going to jump us. Kids are cool, aren't they?