Saturday, 31 July 2010

The baby Roskill meets the Lady Roskill

Okay, not for the first time, but at least we finally remembered to bring the camera.

















People often comment on how impressive Madeleine's head of hair is for a 5 month old. Finally the tables are turned - Madeleine's face shows just how impressive Granama's coiffure is for a 91 year old.

Thursday, 29 July 2010

Baby blog envy

Now THIS is a baby blog.
Adele Enerson - we salute you.
(And we will obviously do something very similar for a Christmas card this year, featuring Maddie, and passing it off as our own creative genius. But no one will ever know).

Monday, 26 July 2010

Is that silence I hear?

We've finally found something that keeps our little noise box quiet.

Here's Matt with a rapt Maddie reading Hairy Maclary.

And yes, I've tried (and tried) parking her in front of the TV as well, but our little Chucky is clearly the intellectual (attention seeking) type...


Morning glory

Yes. Having a baby means almost never having a lie-in for the next ten years. Never reading the papers in peace. And never relaxing over a nice breakfast.

But who cares when you wake up to someone looking like this?

Sunday, 25 July 2010

They don't make 'em like that any more

We picked up this fantastic retro door bouncer from Emma & Andy today.
Although Maddie has yet to work out how to do anything other than stare forlornly at the floor. And whinge while doing so.


















Angelic babies (and Maddie)

We've just spent a lovely weekend with Martha and Arthur down at Heatherfield:












(That baby on the right clearly needs a bit more photo training.)

Thursday, 15 July 2010

Grandpa Roskill's 60th

I think this was the shot that finally made the cut and ultimately the home-made birthday card.













But there were some 200 frames taken over the course of a 2-day shoot.

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Bad Dad

We dropped into the Bluebird Cafe today to have lunch with all the Chel-ras and Euro Trashies.

Having secured a table outside on the packed terrace, I undid the straps on Madeleine's car seat, pushed the handle back, and exchanged a glance of mutual appreciation with a couple on the table next to us who also had a very young baby with them, before tucking into my burger.
At some point - it's still a bit of a blur - I decided to pick up said car seat and bring Madeleine a little closer to us both.
Having pushed the handle back for viewing purposes, I had inadvertently created a weight distribution imbalance and having also undone the straps for wiggling purposes, the car seat tipped forwards dramatically.
And Madeleine face-planted onto the astroturf floor.
Cue the most blood curdling screams I'd certainly ever heard, as the whole restaurant turned towards the commotion in unison.
But most damning moment was the evil stare from the mother at the next door table, who even went so far as to cover her child's face from the Bad Dad sitting next to them.
Mortified.

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Getting with the programme

Lunch with friends alfresco in Chiswick, followed by a BBQ with friends in the hood. Maddie had clearly listened to The Roskill Rules and therefore behaved impeccably. She was however a bit sweaty. Just like her Dad.

Monday, 5 July 2010

Sunday, 4 July 2010

The latest 'tack' debate

To be honest, I'm amazed this is even a debate.
But Kate seems dead set on getting one of the most plastic fantastic items surely ever invented - the exersaucer.
Yuk.

Saturday, 3 July 2010

Who's the dummy?

Matt and I are currently having an extended disagreement about the use of a dummy. Matt is in the liberal, 'reach for dummy as soon as she squeaks' camp, and I'm in the more considered 'use in emergency camp'. Thankfully, as our daughter's primary carer (yes, I bandy these phrases around liberally), I outrank him. Ha.

Boston bound

Here's Maddie belted-up and ready for take-off on her first flight ever.