Hello!
We braved the rainy weather this weekend and headed out to a friend’s bush block – about 2 hours drive from Brisbane, he has a little basic wooden hut on a co-op property in Northern NSW. We figured that we had planned to get out of the city, and rain shouldn’t stop us as we had our wet weather gear.
So we suited up and ventured out into the wild:
Ready for exploring in the rain
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Hello!
I had a premonition today that things weren’t quite right. So I phoned your daycare at 2:00pm, when I knew you’d be sleeping, just to see how things were going.
“Great, great, great, he’s having a great day…”
I had a good chat with your teacher and all seemed well, you’d been interacting well, trying really hard to talk in whole sentences all morning, and having a ball in general.
Then 30 minutes later at 3:00pm I got a call:
“O has woken up and he has a bit of a high fever, your intuition was right!”..
So I went and got you – and you were a little crying mess of hot sweaty 38.9 degree celcius feverish boy when I got there. Poor thing. So we went home, took the advice of the hospital from last time and after you having some panadol did no cold compresses or showers or anything, just some quiet time reading and cuddling together in bed. Which worked fine for the first hour while the panadol was still taking effect.
And I learned something about you through the constant stream of babble-talk that you went on with while in your half-sick-crazed state. You can count to ten perfectly. Over and over. In the middle of sentences, like:
“Mummy, daddy, magpie up in the tree, eating icecream, and then big bang, hockey hockey ball ball, hit ball up up. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, um, eight, nine, ten. Hungry caterpillar, magpie waddle giggle gargle, mummy….”
🙂 small things. Kind of astounding because your Dad and I certainly haven’t taught you that. And we don’t watch TV or anything that really has that kind of counting in it. Must be osmosis at daycare!
love mum
(p.s. 21 months)
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Buying baby stuff: particularly prams, strollers, slings and other baby-carrying devices. Provokes a reaction/comment/opinion in most parents of young children. Weird but true: those devices that become really important. They let you move. And settle. And all other sorts of important things.
I like to research things before I buy them. Usually over-research. Take ages to make a decision. Which is infuriating even to me sometimes. We still use the stereo I bought when I was 18. The CD player/stacker on it broke about 6 years ago. And we didn’t get it fixed because we meant to buy a new one. But never got around to it. Because each time we tried to do research on what we thought we wanted, it all got too complicated too quickly. And the stereo could take an input still – so we could play our mini-disc players. Then we just reverted to radio for a long while. Or listening through a computer. Now I plug my iBaby in. And it still works fine. But we would like a new stereo one day.
That is all an aside though. We use a beautiful, much-loved Mountain Buggy pram for you (more…)
Poogie:
“Bum, bum, bum, bum, BUM!”
Daddy:
“What are bums for, O?”
Poogie, with a thoughtful look on his face and head tilted to the side, ponders the question for a few seconds. Then with a big, confident smile,
“Bumming!“.
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So funny… We are of course in the midst of potty-training, so there are a lot of questions about bums and poos and wees, and all things related. And lots of questions about other people too – like,
“<insert random person’s name, such as kindy teacher, or neighbour> poo in toilet? Wee in toilet? No, wee in garden. Wee in toilet / garden??”.
And a lot of discussion about how poos come from
“Back here”, pointing to his bum, and “wee wees from down here, in front.”
Yep, we’ve got the general idea, now we just need to work on consistency of getting to the potty for the wee wees…
love mum
P.S. And obviously you’re practising your verb tenses at the same time…
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