Tonight Is Novembuur Night

Wifey's on her way home from the first Melbourne U2 concert, which (as you probably know) was re-scheduled from earlier in the year. You may also recall that I bought Wifey a single ticket to the first show (because that's all that was available at the time, although she went with friends) for Valentine's Day, and then U2 postponed their gigs anyway (as fully documented here).

The postponing of the shows turned out to be a very good thing for us, because we found out not long after buying the ticket that Wifey was pregnant, and she would have been heavily pregnant at the time of the original concerts (well ... she'd still have been pregnant, anyway). And in the "mosh pit" (general admission - the no seating area). Tonight, of course, I'm on babysitting duty.

And loving it.

Sweetums really is a wonderful baby. He ate and slept and enjoyed his "Daddy cuddles" ... and that was that. Delightful.

I really do enjoy being a father.

I also managed to re-watch (and take notes on) the penultimate episode of TGYH, so once I get a chance to sit down and type it all up, my review will be posted on my TV blog. (For those of you who're waiting.)

Wifey rang me when she left our friends' house about ten minutes ago, so she should be home any second. Which is good, because Sweetums has just woken up and he's crying for food.

But it's Wifey's turn now. Surely I can't be expected to look after him for more than eight hours in a row??!!


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