Used to be so easy, to give my heart away,
But I found out the hard way
There's a price you have to pay,
I found out that love, is no friend of mine,
I should have known, time after time,
So long, it was so long ago,
But I've still got the blues for you

Used to be so easy, fall in love again,
But I found out the hard way
It's a road that leads to pain,
I found that love, was more than just a game,
Playing to win, but you lose just the same,
So long, it was so long ago,
But I've still got the blues for you,

So many years, since I've seen your face,
But here in my heart, there's an empty space you used to be,
So long, it was so long ago,
But I still got the blues for you,
Though the days come and go
There is one thing I know,
I've still, got the blues, for you.

-Gary Moore, Still Got The Blues For You.

The Intrepid Adventures of Evan and Vee "in the Congo"

"They're after us! Let's get out of here, quick!"

"Ok, ok, I'm driving as fast as I can!"

"Oh no, the front wheel's stuck!"

"So is the rear wheel!"

"Here they come!"

"Quick, put it into reverse!"

"Let me take over..."

"I think it's curtains for us..."

"You run and I'll keep them busy!"

"That's another fine mess you've got me into..."

Charging ahead into the jungle of life

Evan continues to grow well. Despite lingering concerns for his motor development and vocalisation, he thrives and appears to be developing normally albeit slower. It's amazing how much change you fail to notice when you spend so much time around someone. Most people who haven't seen him for some time usually remark how big he has grown. I guess he is growing. Ironically the only stark testimony to his growth, for me, is reflected in his simple diapers. His gradual demands for bigger diapers brings home the message that my baby boo-boo is sadly, no longer little. Just this week, we've had to upgrade him to the 'XL' sized diapers in order to fit all the urine that his 13kg body is generating. A far cry from the size 'S' that he used to crawl in only yesterday it seems.

Me & Oscar are pals

Despite my gratefulness at his relentless growth, lingering concerns about his slow physical development continue to permeate the fabric of my imagination. Is he just slower or is there a problem that will rear its head unannounced somewhere down the road? Will I be able to cope with the disappointment and sorrow of such a tragedy? I guess I've been through worse. The innocence is heart rending. Only time will tell.

'Gotcha!'

My impersonation of a 'cat nap'