Joseph David Guille Smart turns one!

Dear Joey,

Sometimes I think you have a genetic make-up closer to that of a tank than your sister. Sure, you look similar as brothers and sisters tend to do and after an initial period of Miss 2 pounding the crap out of you at every opportunity, the pair of you get on great. (If being friends with a piece of precision military equipment were possible.) I also know that you will get your own back many times over.

A few months ago, you were in your highchair making a mess as kids tend to do and the family was buzzing round doing what it is that families do. In your wisdom, you figured that if you slid down through the highchair, you could get out the bottom of it and be off. You were discovered after about 10 seconds of backs turned with just your hands visible holding the tray, your head and torso hidden from view somewhere about where your bum should have been and your legs and feet kicking freely below. The scary thing about this is that there was no noise, no crying, this was part of your plan. You knew exactly what you were doing. Now, we never forget to strap you in.

We were in Auckland for Christmas and the T-Rex Exhibition was on the second floor. You wanted to get down and crawl so I tried an experiment. Let's see how far you can go...

You started outside the entrance to the T-Rex and made a beeline for the stairs. Up you went, pausing briefly to say hi to people you passed, then cracking up at your friendliness, you carried on. Four flights of stairs later, you were on the third floor of Auckland museum and halfway through the Vietnam section of the Hall of Memories.
At this point, enough was enough, time was getting on and I scooped you up to take you back down to the family who were just briefing the search parties. Reunited with your family, you struggled to get down from my arms and bugger me if you didn’t head straight for the stairs to do it again!

Back in Wellington and as I write this, you're in bed after a morning of carnage. At one point, you fell head first into your block box with only a grunt of displeasure at having being upended and you're sporting a scratch on each side of your face. These scratches were administered by two different cats and to be fair to the cats boy, you had it coming.

This I'm assured, is boys and it's great. We all like a bit of spunk and fire in an individual, I just hope your care-to-the-wind attitude has eased a little by the time you learn to drive my car.

Happy birthday Joey, you're now taking your first steps, you are the only boy in our family to carry on the Smart name, you are the spitting image of your Dad and this means so much more when I grew up without a Dad of my own. You are the little brother, the second child, but you are my number one son.

Daddy.

Toothache

As I write this, I'm home with toothache. Yesterday, I seriously thought I was going to die, I would have quite happily taken out a second mortgage just to take the pain away and I think dentists know this, hence the need to often contact the bank as soon as a toothache becomes noticeable.

I called Camille and the boss to tell them I wasn't coming in although later that evening, I came right. Called everyone again to say hey, I'll probably be ok and then woke up at 4am in agony again, fired off a text to say, actually, you are on your own today and moaned my way back to sleep.

Now after another antibiotic, 2 Nurofen, and a Panadol I realise the immense power of painkillers. (I even considered filching off with the Tramol left over from when Anna gave birth but thought better of it.) I'm on a rollercoaster of feeling shitty and feeling ok. My day consists of grumping at the kids for being noisy and counting how many hours it's been since I took my last pill and when I can take another one.

Upshot, or smack to the jaw, depending on what way you look at it, is that the offending wisdom tooth needs to come out and I have an appointment for March 9. I asked the dentist, why is it that wisdom teeth acting up is a normal thing? Shouldn't evolution have gotten our pie holes right by now? So he told me this interesting fact.

Our mouths and jaws are getting smaller, however, our teeth aren't just yet.

This means that there's not enough room in our collective gobs to fit all our teeth, meaning that the last ones - the wisdom teeth - get into strife. Perhaps it's also recession related.
"I'm sorry Mr Wisdom tooth but due to current economic times, we're going to have to let you go..."
Then you and I, the Company Directors of our bodies have to pay out the wisdom teeth in a strange sort of redundancy arrangement where the wisdom teeth don't get the cash to tide them over until their next job, but the oral surgeon does instead.

I should be back at work tomorrow, the Augmentin should have returned the back of my jaw to a more useful size in order to talk and the pain will hopefully have subsided. However, IF I say anything offensive or 'off' tomorrow, blame the drugs.

Jojo Walks!

Yep, one week out from his first birthday, we finally catch Master Joseph David in action...

Uncle John Sessions | February 5

Dave and Camille with Uncle John on the Sevens, Waitangi Day, Desperate Housewives and how often he sees his family.


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Our family is growing...

Before you say anything, No, Anna is not pregnant again. Although stranger things do happen!

Up until now, we have just been a Wellington breakfast show. As of yesterday however, we've just been networked full time into Kapiti and Horowhenua!

That's right, as well as being in Wellington on 90FM, you can now listen to us on 92.7FM between Pukerua Bay and Levin if you're in a house and the signal reaches to about Foxton if you're in a car.

Essentially, we now cover the entire 04 area code and a bit of 06. Here's the details if you're in the area and want to get in touch between 6am and 10am.

Phone: 0800 00 2527 (0800 00 CLASSIC)
Text: 4487 (HITS)
Email: daveandcamille@classichit.co.nz

Hear from you soon!