Now, being the precious, amazing first born that I am, that is a lot of photos of Baby Livy (FYI - newborn Livy through to one year old Livy = not so cute (see Exhibit A) but year old Livy through to five year old Livy = very, very cute (see Exhibit B)).
|Exhibit A (but I luuurve the duck ball thing)|
So, last night I am scanning away and, as I am sure any of you would, I am overcome with awe at the adorableness that is Baby Moi. Therefore, while Steve is watching his incredibly dull Man-In-Socks programme (you know the sort, they send a boring man to somewhere, where he usually digs a bit or investigates something old or sciencey and then talks, a lot, about it**), I was stopping every two seconds to show him a new picture of me doing something.
He was bizarrely annoyed by this, I have no idea why.
Anyway, we got to one particular photo:
Me: Look at how cute I am on the ride.
Steve does not look
Me: (Waving the photo about a bit) Look at my cute hair!
Steve does not move his eyes from the TV
Me: (Brandishing the photo in a desperate way) Look at my little blue coat!
Steve finally takes the photo. He studies it.
Steve: Very cute. You look very serious though.
I snatch the photo back.
Me: I'm riding a motorbike - it is not time for fun and games Steve!
* Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I know what you all thought!
** The thing that annoys me the absolute most about those programmes is that they are all speculation! Nothing is actual. It is all... 'We can presume that such-and-such came from such-and-such because we found a pot in the correct 50 mile radius.' Tis all made up I tell you! x