tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54071784362310739392024-03-05T22:58:17.006+00:00Matt plus Kate equalsmattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.comBlogger305125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-49329850615593746622013-06-22T21:29:00.000+01:002014-11-23T21:30:28.775+00:00A firstThis is Maddy's first ever wee in the sea. It's a fairly full beach, so this is us being surreptitious.<br />
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<br />mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-8225803470513243342013-05-25T21:15:00.000+01:002014-11-23T21:17:42.550+00:00Farm girl chic<br />
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mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-61174961274270107112013-03-10T21:14:00.000+00:002014-10-11T21:18:33.383+01:00A Kaleidoscope of colourThere's so much going on in this picture that, like Maddy, I'm also wearing sunglasses.<br />
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It's Maddy's third Birthday and she's wearing every single present she ripped open a mere nano-seconds before.<br />
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We've put Theo in some jolly red tights and have forced a paper hat on his head, the elastic no doubt cutting into his delicate baby neck, meaning he's probably only minutes away from being garrotted.<br />
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<br />mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-40649004643695756262012-12-25T20:57:00.000+00:002014-10-11T20:57:36.449+01:00It's Christmas...It's Theo's first Christmas. We have a tree, the presents have been wrapped, there's a joint of beef ready to go in the oven and I've spent about 3 weeks making gravy from cow bones.<br />
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Should have been idyllic, really, but this photo masks the fact that I haven't actually slept properly for about two months, and I'm precisely 2 days away from making a call to a hypnotherapist, who will subsequently get me sleeping again.<br />
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Anyway, here's a pic from the day for posterity.<br />
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<br />mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-23164405193856435352012-11-11T20:46:00.000+00:002014-10-11T20:46:31.858+01:00Gender non-conformity......occurring before our very eyes.<br />
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Maddy in blue.<br />
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Theo in pink.<br />
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A VERY modern family<br />
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We <i>were </i>having a nice time.<br />
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Two compelling predictions to add to the mix.mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-34435662967854862012-07-28T21:16:00.002+01:002012-08-01T14:01:15.776+01:00And the predications are in<br />
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August 19th. 6lb 6oz<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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19th August. 6lb 4oz<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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August 17th. 6lb 3oz<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mussels (reluctantly)<br />
Gherkins<br />
Sardines<br />
Foie Gras Pate (a girl of refined tastes)<br />
Brie, Comte, Roquefort<br />
Anchovies<br />
Crab (rejected)<br />
Olives<br />
Beef Carpaccio<br />
Steak Tartare<br />
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<br />mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-60781312450290729282012-06-28T19:40:00.003+01:002012-06-28T19:40:38.095+01:00Career planningMaddy's vocabulary development is progressing at pace. She's currently mastering with some aplomb language (and in fact, behaviour) that will be required if she were ever in a position to be a dictator.<div>
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'Don't do that!' Said repeatedly and with increasing force. Importantly, there's no consistent pattern in which we might be able to understand the catalyst to such provocation.</div>
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'Come up, come up!' Ever slightly irritated at the world not existing at precisely the correct height for her to see and hear everything, she consistently protests loudly to be elevated to the appropriate level (accompanied by indignant jumping).</div>
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'I need, I need.' Pretty much prefixes everything.</div>
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'Let my do it.' Perceptively, she already considers her parents to be dim-witted dribbling retards, so follows us around demanding that her way is the best way. </div>
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Other than that, she's a complete angel.</div>
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Me: 'I'm really cross with you, you are without doubt the most dreadful little 2-year old on the face of this earth. You should never ever EVER do...'</div>
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Maddy: 'Mummy, are you happy?'</div>
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Our daughter learning early that timing is EVERYTHING. So proud.</div>
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I walked out of the house this morning blindly believing I might be working some trendy, pregnant rock chick esque look. Sadly, I now realise I look like I'm wearing Matt's old denim shirt from 1997, whilst also having a slight lower back problem.mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407178436231073939.post-33616936668862181452012-05-11T22:02:00.003+01:002012-05-11T22:04:49.327+01:003 Generations. Spot a family resemblance?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No photos<br />
<i>Please see the below blog posts for significant evidence to counter this claim.<br /></i><br />
No massages<br />
<i>Some time prior to the posting of the below libel, I purchased a Cowshed 'Udderly Gorgeous Full Body Care' package for some overpriced antenatal pampering. Said purchase has simply not been redeemed as yet.<br /></i><br />
No strokes<br />
<i>Simply not true.<br /></i><br />
No concerned questions<br />
<i>I was very worried when I asked what was for dinner last night.</i>mattpluskatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13362401770480861523noreply@blogger.com0