Morning tea on the deck overlooking the river at the state library after a play.
We are all going to need a nap today: exhausting for me, but fun!
I born a …. June 16, 2011
From the mouth of a babe:
“I born a nana!”
“I born a nana”
I guess those books we have been reading every day to try to get used to the concept that a baby will soon arrive are really getting through :). I wasn’t quite sure he understood that the baby would come out of my tummy through a ‘hole’ somewhere, but he told me yesterday the baby would come out soon through a ‘hole’, and today’s demonstration proves he really does get it…
This beauty was uttered not 5 minutes ago, spontaneously on the verandah to Aunty G. Imaginative play! I love it!
Love mum
P.S. Let’s hope the real baby gets better care than this poor nana a few minutes after birth:
Beach Escape: Bliss June 6, 2011
Hello!
We had a wonderful getaway at the beach for the weekend – last getaway before the new baby arrives. Time to chill, play, dig in the sand, walk, swim and just relax.
A little bit grumpy… but out to solve that. With Cake. 28 weeks and counting. April 7, 2011
So, not sure what happened to the happy hormones, but they kinda just upped and left me all alone with the grumpy ones about a week ago. It co-incided with my pelvic-floor/back deciding that it really only had the stamina to hold a growing baby until week 28 and that it was just going to give up and go with the strain of it all. Pity it didn’t co-ordinate with my nerve-endings and decide to release a bunch of serotonin at the same time – that would have made it bearable. Why can’t we control that ourselves??
So. Grumpy 28-week pregnant lady on the loose.
That is me.
Thankfully however a few months ago I booked myself my first trip-away from child #1 (Poogie) down to Sydney for this week. So here I am in Sydney for a few days, sans-child and sans-husband.
A bit of work, and a bit of play before I’m not allowed to fly anymore. So today, after a day at work yesterday, I plan to shake off the grumpiness by consuming all manner of sweet desserts at Adriano Zumbo’s after a short walk from the relaxing lounge where I am currently reclining at Chez Shef’s…. (thank-you for welcoming me into your home – read: letting me invade and take over once again).
love mum
ps. I have just reviewed my state at 28 weeks in my last pregancy. And lo and behold, surprise, surprise: I was grumpy, the happy hormones had deserted me, and I was compensating with dessert…
p.p.s. and to cheer me up this morning already, two of our dearest friends just welcomed their beautiful little girl into the world. So I’m smiling at least a little 🙂
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- Shefali
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- Stav
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- Me
Happy Birthday Dear Daddy! April 2, 2011
Hello!
this week was a week of your dad’s birthday. Tuesday, to be precise. You and I practiced singing “Happy Birthday Daddy” for the week leading up to it. You can kinda do it. We do it line-by-line with you repeating after me. Your dad was chuffed. Cake however had to wait until the working week was over. So this morning was cake-time.
So here it is: a chocolate-hazelnut-meringue vanilla-caramel-icecream roulade.
Attack of the killer leeches: Bad Parent of the Day Award? March 20, 2011
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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Fever! (and counting) March 16, 2011
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)
Buying Baby Stuff… Prams, Strollers and slings. March 9, 2011
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…)
Bum… March 5, 2011
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…
Bad parent of the day award: Dad February 27, 2011
Wed. 5.15 pm.
The first day of our new routine where your Dad has the car on Wednesdays so is responsible for dropping off and picking you up at daycare.
I am suffering baby withdrawal, having not seen you all day and being at home working solidly since 7:45 am. So I text your dad.
He phones back, happy.
“Just had a great meeting, finishing up now, am in xxx Outer Suburb xxx, on my way home, won’t be too long….”
“Ah, but you have Oscar, right??? “.
“Oh shit.”
Thankfully your grandma K wasn’t too far away as it was too late for me to walk/bus to get you, and she managed to get there just before they closed (we’re not at a long daycare anymore), along with your dad who I have no doubt picked up at least 3 speeding tickets on the way.
And was rather sheepish for the rest of the night.
Bad parent of the day award: yes, your Dad, for forgetting to pick you up on the first day he had to! (I mean, I could understand after a busy day a few weeks into a routine, but on the first day???!!!).
love you,
mum.
P.S. You were of course fine, and oblivious to the whole thing. But your dad felt pretty bad about the whole affair, so I had to let a few days pass before sharing the story.
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