Million Dollar Baby?


Staggering to think that in just under five hours time it will be four weeks since Olivia skidded into the world - indeed were it not for the umbilical cord she could well have kept going and overshot the table by some distance such was her eagerness to get out. The brief ginger scare - no offence to those of the copper persuasion who might actually be reading (unless you're a Copper copper, the Bland family are firmly with NWA on that score)- appears to have passed, not that we would have loved her any the less of course.

The picture above, with the fist poised to plant one on the fool who keeps pointing that camera at her, shows off a pugilistic side to her nature that has come to the fore in recent days (and yes, of course i didn't need to use the word pugilistic there, but there's no point being a show-off English teacher if you can't break out the heavy verbal artillery once in a while). So as i was saying, Olivia does like cocking her fists and aiming a succession of jabs, followed up by a fierce right hook, particualy when laid on her 'cot-top changer' and facing her wardrobe.

Just what it is that spooks her and sends her into this fist throwing frenzy is a mystery to us. All we can see is the side of a white wardrobe, but clearly it houses some kind of phantom that Olivia has serious issues with.

So four weeks have shot past, during which Olivia has settled into a comfortable routine that only involves one get up a night. While pregnant Cath was making about 6 trips to the toilet each night, so i think we might actually be getting more sleep at the moment, which is an unexpected bonus. Also, and sorry for pointing this out, but it has to be noted that United have won every Premiership game they've played in her lifetime. So bring it Jose, with both Rooney and Olivia on this kind of form you've no chance come Sunday...