Out of the mouths of babes...

It was the weekend before Christmas and Steph and I had taken my little lad, Zak, who is 4, up to my parents so that he could be spoilt rotten by his grandparents (Grandad with the beard and Granny TJ). Zak is something of an early riser, no matter what time he goes to bed, so on the Saturday morning, when he had woken up with the sparrows I decided it would be a good idea to tell him to get into bed with us as it was way too early for me to be moving anywhere. Anyhow, as we were lying there, Zak pointed at my chest and said "Daddy's got big boobies"!! (I'd like to point out that I was lying on my side and they were somewhat squashed hence creating that illusion...)
I stretched out a bit and indicated that perhaps I didn't.
Warming to his subject, he said "Mummy's got big boobies hasn't she Daddy?".
I agreed and said "You know what, Steph's got big boobies too, hasn't she?"
He nodded wisely and said "Yes, that's just the way we like them, isn't it Daddy?!!"
He makes me so proud sometimes...

Hi Ho, Hi Ho...

It's back to work I go...
After over two months off work, it is finally time for me to go back. My back is pretty well recovered apart from a couple of minor twinges so after consulting with the work physio I am allowed back. It will be something of a shock to the system after pretty much doing nothing for the last nine weeks but on the plus side for the first couple of weeks I only have to go in for four hours a day which is pretty cool.
I have spent the last week down in Wales with the better half's family, been waited on hand, foot and finger and generally chilling out. Needless to say, Steph and I spent an awful lot of time drunk, so now is a good time for a bit of "detoxing" and hopefully making some effort and getting myself a good bit fitter than I am now. Alternatively, I might just stick to the beer....