In celebration of me finally working out this new fangled youtube thing, which will never catch on by the way, I thought we could have another video. This time it’s Amelia playing in her swing and Daddy stress testing the other swing which is supposed to have a weight limit of 50kg. That’ll be about one of my legs then 
For those of you that keep a keen eye on my facebook status you’ll be aware that my chickens have been dropping like flies. Actually, if we’re going to be pedantic you would have seen that "my chickens are dropping like flys" but after a spot of pillow talk between Emma and I she educated me on the correct way to use apostrophes and ‘ie’ instead of ‘y’. Yes, that’s the kind of stuff we do in bed now that we have a one year old child.
Coming back to the topic in hand our household egg laying flock has dwindled from something ridiculous like 15 chickens at the peak down to a more reasonable number of 8 chucks. Most of them just died of some weird illness that I still haven’t got to the bottom of and one of them was donated to Roz who needed a cockerel, and since we had two that were constantly beating the crap out of each other then one of them had to go.
So you can imagine how devastated I was when one of our chucks just mysteriously disappeared. No carcass could be found and since she’s been gone for a couple of weeks I’d pretty much given up on her. Then yesterday, she re-appeared hanging around the coop eating food and drinking water. Needless to say I was cock-a-hoop at her return. So imagine my dismay when I went to lock them away for the night, did a quick headcount and discovered we were back to 7 chickens. The mystery deepens.
The current working theory is that she’s nest building somewhere nearby and in a week or so she will come waddling back with a clutch of chicks. Hope springs eternal and all that.
Amelia’s first steps were made quite a while ago, but it’s been a bit tricky uploading video…
The first ever post on the brand new blog of all things Steele related and I dedicated it to my nephew Charlie and my daughter Amelia. “What a caring and loving Uncle/Father is he” rejoiced the world. This is the two children in my life taking a test run on the swing set we bought for Christmas that will eventually have towers and slides and rocket launchers and internet cafes built onto the side.
It was a bit of a nerve wracking moment taking this picture as I’m not entirely sure I’ve connected the frame to the ground properly and Charlie was, as you can see, being his usual nutter-self and seeing how high he could go.
In the background is my shed, that possibly has more square footage than the apartment that Emma, my wife, and I used to live in whilst in Altrincham.
Mummy and Daddy had an impromptu photo session this morning after Amelia donned her pretty headband and was playing with sidekick.
For those interested I think she was pointing at Daddy’s holiday hat which she often puts on her head, and then promptly takes off again and chews on.
We managed to get a picture of Amelia on her trike whilst Daddy was out collecting daffodils in the garden for mummy.
We have a picture of Amelia from last year in the daffodils which I should dig out and post so that we can see how the little tike has grown.
Amelia has been taking her first few steps so she can balance and walk, but she still doesn’t have the confidence to do it on her own.
She does however know what her tongue is, so if you ask her to show her tongue she’ll stick it right out for you. Awww.
It appears we have a child prodigy in our midst. One minute Amelia was idly chewing on the rubiks cube, and the next, bam, it was solved.
Unbelievable!
Hmmmmmmmmmmm