Another plate to spin
My little lad, Rory, is two years old today and his next brother or sister arrives on Monday. The plate-spinning season is truly upon us.
To help I've got two weeks' paternity leave - although that's more about helping the missus than it is about me, I suspect, as I survey my bulging in-box.
My principle task will be keeping Rory amused whilst nipper and its ma bond in the mayhem that is a maternity ward. Given that Helen will be recovering from major surgery, whoever thought that placing her in a room full of screaming sprogs is conducive to a speedy recovery needs their bumps feeling. However.
To cap it all, the new 'un will be arriving in to the world knowing that Everton have a mountain to climb after a night of defensive frailty against Standard Liege. Two away goals: I ask you.
Mind you, haven't I always said that the best way to help a child learn that life has its disappointments is to ensure they're a blue?
COMMENTS
Sheila - Fri 19th Sep 2008
My 2 were born blue, but are now red. I've disowned them of course.
Martyn Best - Fri 19th Sep 2008
That last comment is very reminiscent of the Johnny Cash song, although I'd rather be a Blue than a boy named Sue.
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