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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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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…)
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Well, I’ve been wanting to have chickens again for a few years, and now that we are definitely firmly ensconced back in our house in Brisvegas with another child on the way (and thus no move in sight for the short to medium forseeable future), it seemed a good time.
And fortunately the argument about whether I would actually look after them or not ended with me saying that we will always be able to ‘give them back’ if it doesn’t work out (as they are a lovely gift from some friends who are slightly over-chickened at the moment AND happened to have a spare chicken coop).
preparing the chicken coop for the new arrivals…
Yay!!! (more…)
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so my new kitchen is NEARLY all done (just the splashbacks), so over the past week since we got back I’ve been unpacking kitchen boxes in addition to unpacking from the holidays. How does one accumulate so much stuff for one kitchen. Anyway, I found my favoured appliance yesterday in the second-last box. Yes, the second-last (hallelujah!). Have you guessed what it is?? Some previous posts might alert you: Grumpy and Emotional or the following, It’s your dad’s birthday….
Yes, it is my icecream maker. Yay. And I got what I wanted for Christmas: a copy of David Lebovitz’s the The Perfect Scoop
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So although yesterday I wanted to bust it right out and get cooking on some new icecream, (more…)
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So this is our third day up at Big White ski resort here in Canada. And you still seem to love the snow. Mostly eating it!
eating the snow. At least this shot you’re not eating it off the soles of your boots. Which you keep doing when we get on the bus as you can reach your feet. I offer you milk/water as an alternative, but you’re just not interested…
And riding the “gonda”. I.e. the gondala. There is in fact somewhat of an obsession with the gondola. (more…)
We made a snowman family (or ‘NoMan’ as you refer to it as in your toddler vocabulary) two days ago.
Little Poogie with Snowman Poogie and Snowman Daddy
So, it’s Christmas eve, it stopped snowing yesterday and the temperature has climbed to a balmy 5 degrees celcius.
Our poor little snowman family is looking a little worse for wear… (more…)
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Today’s adventure – shovelling snow in the driveway with Daddy.
Such a good little helper. And very cute when you fall over (if I do say so myself). (more…)
A little light entertainment from last week after yesterday’s serious hospital post.
I should note that this is a video of you and me. But you have been doing acrobatics at home with your Aunt R, who is a qualified children’s acrobatics coach, since you were old enough to do bends… Unfortunately she got into uni in Melbourne next year (good for her, bad for you and us) so I’m not sure how we’ll keep your flexibility and strength up….
Enjoy..
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