The greatest team of all

To commemorate the Cats first game of the season, Ollie thought it would be a good opportunity to try on some of his football paraphenalia. Honestly, he was nagging me all day to put the stuff on. Despite the jumpsuit being a size 0 (and therefore an ideal size for the last Saturday in September), by rolling up the sleeves a little it was almost a perfect fit.

As you can see from the particularly pensive photo, Ollie was pondering whether Bomber Thompson will be calling him up this season to replace Josh Hunt.

As I type this the Cats are playing the Hawks but as it is past Ollie's bedtime he is not watching. Mind you, he is particularly whingy tonight and Nick and I are taking turns to go in and settle him. Perhaps he can sense that he is missing out?

But it is best that he not watch too much football at this early stage. Gus the cat has learnt over the years to stay away from Nick during games as he is prone to suddent outbursts of abuse and incoherent ramblings at the TV. If Ollie watches the season with his Dad, I think we are at real risk of his first words being "who to?" and "nice work Cats".

In a quiet moment today while Olliebear was having a nap I took the opportunity to go through his clothes and take out some of the clothes he has grown out of and put some of the bigger sizes to the front. It is hard to believe that just a few weeks ago he could fit into his 0000 clothes whereas now he is starting to wear some of his 00 ones. While there does seem to be some discrepancies between brands (Bonds reminds me of the "Country Road size 8") there is no doubt that he is a big unit and is growing out of clothes quicker than we could have imagined. I am putting the clothes away hoping that in the not too distant future I will be pulling them out for another little Dower to wear.

A special thanks to our friend Nadine who gave us some beautiful books today by Anna Walker. They are a series about a little boy (who actually looks kind of like a zebra but to keep it simple it is best to describe him as a boy) and the little boy is called Ollie. One of the books is about how Ollie likes to sing, but the other one which is my favourite is about how Ollie loves his mum. Of course I'm a fan. I will have to try to find some more of them. I'm sure when Ollie is a bit older he will get a real kick out of reading books about a little boy with his name.

Right now I'd get a kick out of him going to sleep for the night!!

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