It's all back to usual at Rhys's house. The crap weather is back, sideways rain, wind and it's cold. I'm off for the weekend, the first time for a few week as last time I was away. There's no footy on except the two most despised teams in the FA Cup final. The players will be having diving and rolling contests throughout no doubt. It's the Champions League final this Wednesday and I've just found out that Em's brother is going. He did ask me but I never thought we'd get a ticket and I've just been away. Anyway, he's got a ticket, a free one as well. How lucky is that!
Rhys is asleep and I think Em is aswell. Rhys's Mum was on the lash again (yes again) last night with her chums while I looked after the little fella. We watched the footy, played on the PS3 and Rhys put everything in arms reach in his mouth. It's his new game. The lady from the baby place came around this week and reckons Rhys is teething. He's got no teeth just yet but chews on everything. He gets wound up if he can't bit on something, he'll be eating solids soon the baby place woman thinks. The baby place woman brought him a toothbrush round as well, I thought that was unusual?
Rhys with my Toffee Crisp
Rhys's Nanny Betty and Grandad Bob are away at the moment. James is back from the Navy and is looking after house. It's OK though, there's two dogs and a cat to look after James. We are all missing them. Uncle Philo is also going the final on Wed', everyone is going except me it seems. I wish I'd tried to get a ticket now. Mummy and I are out anyway a week on Friday for Brad's wedding. That will be something to look forward to very much. Em's parents will thankfully look after Rhys.
So who is going to win the FA Cup, Mancs after pens I think. We're going to a few bets and no doubt lose. I think we're all staying in today now, I'm going to cut the grass if the rain stops. Uncle Philo goes to Athens on Monday so I might meet up with him later for some drinks. Em's brother is coming round for dinner tonight as well and to catch up with baby Rhys. Rhys is doing really well if you were wondering. It is his blog after all. He is sitting up by himself now and is mega alert to everything going on around him. He loves sitting in front of the TV with his hand in his mouth. He will be getting weighed again next week and having his final lot of jabs. That won't be a nice day and I won't be there to help him sadly. He's a brave little boy though and will be just fine I'm sure.
Next season I'm going to have to try even harder to get to the footy. Maybe even an away game or two in Europe, who knows? COME ON!!!!!
Got to get Rhys a new footy kit on that subject as well......
Right the sun's out so I'm off out!
