Month: May 2009

One of those things that just catches your eye, and once you’ve noticed it can go one of two ways, become increasingly funny, or annoying! In this case, very much the former….

It seems that there is a culture of posing for each and every snap taken, often with fingers raised in an unmerited two-handed victory sign, sometimes hand on chin, looking churlish and/or surprised, sometimes just pouted, the original and still the best “Blue Steel”… Either way the efforts of family Tucker to look plain old happy just didn’t meet the mark. In fact by the end of one ride at Hong Kong Disney, through the mind numbingly annoying Small World (kids loved it!), the couple in the barge ahead of us had managed at least 20 separate poses and looked fit for another 20! Here’s just one of them: amazing.

Just out of curiosity, I searched on flickr’ for Hong Kong Disney and quickly found this image, although the wedding picture and the random kids on the bus below proves my point completely I think! Quod erat demonstrandum

 

 

 

 

 

I think that’s a good new tag line for the Disney marketing folks! It really is a good day out, which i guess is the key, there really is only a day’s worth of distraction there; of course, when you’re three and a half, like Scarlett, you’d be happy to live there!

 

 

 

So five minutes after checking into our hotel in Hong Kong Ivy makes a solid thump as she plants her face onto the ridiculously-sharp edge of a low lying cabinet, she managed to cut herself to the bone across the bridge of her nose. Typically, she was kind of ok about the whole thing once she accessed her dummy – Diana and I was less impressed.

The cut was severe enough to require an ambulance trip to the nearest Hong Kong hospital, which meant a 30 minute drive in a seemingly sluggish ambulance!

Once at the hospital the full impact of the current Swine-Flu-Paranoia pandemic set in, masks as far as the eye could see. There was even a TV crew at the door, optimistic that the family of foreigners were the next carriers! Once they spotted Ivy’s bloody face they moved on.

Here comes the hard part of the whole saga. Little Ivy needed three stitches, and poor Daddy had to wrap her in a sheet to contain her surprisingly strong limbs. While I held her head the inept nurse stuck two inch long needles into the wound for local pain relief before butchering her way through three sutures!

By the end of the ad hoc torture session Ivy was beyond traumatised, as was I. There were bruises on her head from me holding her and she wanted nothing to do with me for 24 hours!

I prey nothing like this happens again until Ivy is at least 5!