Ray - Who would have thought?

So its been awhile since I wrote. Post-exams, it's just been a whirwind of activities. Australia for the U2 concert, the holidays, back to work, getting called to the Bar etc etc. There just isn't a great motivation to blog when you're no longer stuck in the library with the choice of either blogging or studying. But there's a lot to chronicle and perhaps I'll find some time to do that one of these days. I'm also toying with the idea of blogging in the morning before starting work. It always impresses me how ZY can blog and then start on her studying and not be distracted for the next couple of hours. It seems like one of those things that's effective in getting all the other rubbish in your head out and letting you focus on the work at hand.

In any case, there's really only one thing I want to chronicle today so here goes.

Last night, we went to C's place to catch the Liverpool ManU game. Told V that I want to get there a little earlier to spend time with my Godson before his bedtime.

We reached around 9 and so gave me about half an hour to play with the boy. He came running over and when I asked for a hug first, gave me the most loving of hugs. Then he proceeded to pick his football out of his basket and started ordering V and I around, making sure we stand at specific spots so as to facilitate better kicking around. (Using a lot of baby jabber and pointing, of course)Terribly bossy! V took the chance to show him who's boss too by making him stand further back and it was funny seeing how solemn he was as he dutifully took up his assigned position.

I can't recall what it was but C distracted me at one stage as I was part kicking the ball with the Godson whilst talking to his dad when all of a sudden, V said "Did you hear that?!". When I said I didn't, V turns to the Godson and says "R, say it again?" and then I heard the most magical tone in the world...

"Ball!" - His first word!!

Of course that's not the first word he's ever uttered and according to the parents, he can say "Iphone" which really is such a terrible reflection of society today.

But "Ball!" is the first word this Godpa has heard him utter and the voice is remarkably different as compared to the jabber he usually utters. It was a clear, slightly high-pitched voice with the word annunciated perfectly. It was the cutest of things and I can't wait to hear more of it as he learns to say a few more words. (I did try holding my iphone in front of him to make him say "Iphone" but alas, he just tried to grab the phone and refused to say the word..)

It's funny how things pan out. When C first asked me to be Godpa, I said yes with some apprehension. A part of me also saw it more like a duty to God and C than anything else but in the last year, I've really started bonding with the boy and beginning to love him so much. It's scary really. Not to toot my own horn here or anything but it does make me wonder, that if I have that much love and affection for my Godson, I'll be a complete and utter love fool when my own comes along in the future. Very scary indeed.