The V-Man turns 2!

On the weekend, my nephew V turned two.

Which also means it’s been two years since I had a panic attack so large that my mum was all, ‘Are you okay?’ and I was all, ‘Lucky we’re on the way to the hospital already, because I think I might be having a heart attack’. Turns out I wasn’t and after visiting the baby, who has been cute since hours after birth, I had a very nice chicken and cashew nut stir-fry, which I’m pretty sure you can’t do post-heart attack.

This is one of the first photos I took of V, when he was just a few days old and I’d just realised it’s possible to love a complete stranger:

Now Vincent is about five-foot tall and can say all our names and ‘wombat’ and ‘yo!’ and is a total camera whore. I’m not sure that his grandparents are going to love me calling him a whore, but it’s been hard to take them seriously since they started being called GG and Duffy.

Mum and Dad rented a place on the Central Coast and we all met up there and had a little party for V in the only way my family can, by which I mean Mum cut herself snipping ribbon for the balloons so the balloons had blood on them and then the guest of honour was late, but unlike Christmas, didn’t throw tantrums when we held him down and forced him to open amazing presents. We also had champagne to toast my sister Mary’s recent win of the Rusty Wrench award at the 2012 Linux Conference. There was some frantic Googling on the morning of the party while I tried to explain to the parental unit what open source is and why this was a big deal. I settled with ‘Open source is going to take over the world and Mary won the award based on the votes of 19,726 of her peers and they carried her into a stadium on a golden couch, held aloft by four of their strongest geeks, who were also painted gold. And wearing loincloths. And there was a dragon, except now I might be talking about Skyrim’.

This is V’s “cake” which he shared with Duffy. My dad has turned really strange since receiving a grandchild. He’s gone and gotten himself feelings and he shares them with people and V is his most favourite person on the face to the earth and V’s finally getting over his fear of having a grandfather who’s something like 11 foot tall, so they are well on their way to having a total bromance going on.

Here he is with his favourite play equipment: Uncle Joel aka Yo!

There was present giving:

There was cam-whoring. So much cam-whoring. Kid knows how to work it:

There was playgrounding:

There was bubbling:

It was a great day and I hope two is as rad for V as zero and one were and may this new year of his life be filled with pigeons and dogs and wombats.