Hello Poogie,
well, I hate to admit it, but I think I swear more than your father. (more…)
Lovely Days September 17, 2010
Hello Little Pumpkin,
well. We’ve had an absolutely fantastic week. You’re over the cold you’ve had for 8 weeks except for a bit of a runny nose, and you wake up every morning and run about the house laughing and playing and giggling and riding your bike and reading and eating and just being full of energy and HAPPY in general.
Our week – morning adventures
I savour our Tuesday mornings, when we get on the bike and ride off to Pilates. We look at stuff along the way, have a chat, and generally enjoy ourselves. It is fun. And today, Thursdays, are pool mornings. We get up and out of the house early, do a swimming lesson, then have a second breakfast as you toddle (more…)
Father’s Day – cooking; and a bit of a boogie – movie monday September 6, 2010
Hello Poogie,
Yesterday was Father’s Day here in Australia. So we got up (not so early, as thankfully for the first night since you came down with a fever 5 days ago you slept through, until 5am when you breastfed then went back to sleep until 7:30am. Bliss! First present of the day to Dad and me!!), then you and I cooked Daddy french toast for breakfast.
cooking with mum for father’s day
I like standing up here with you!
Some recent photos… September 4, 2010
Your Grandma K requested a few posts ago that we share a few more recent photos of gardening backyard adventures, treks to see the mangy cat up the street, eating sultanas… etc.
So here are a few highlights from the past few weeks (yes, you are still out for the count with high fever and are currently once again passed out in your cot. Poor little thing).
Playing with your Aunts is still high up on the list of favoured activities: (more…)
Fever! And it’s not translating to the dance floor variety. September 1, 2010
Hello Little Poogie,
Long time no write. I think I’m suffering from what Faemom (one of my favourite other mum / mom bloggers) refers to as Psychic Block: a lack of motivation following my exam and end of semester on the weekend. This follows on from a lack of writing due to what I refer to as the Procrastination Effect: (more…)
Something to celebrate (but not the election). August 22, 2010
Celebration today!
Sleep, glorious sleep. ….
Yes, the getting you back into sleeping through the night effort has paid off. Your dad and I had a lovely sleep all through the night last night (and the night before would have been great except for the rowdy neighbours who decided to have a singalong to 80’s tunes at 3am until your Aunty Reeg went outside wrapped in a towel and told them to pipe down as “don’t you know there is a baby living here” – she said it was friends of theirs rather than the actual neighbours, who we get on with well but were no-where to be seen)! Two nights in a row you’ve made it through from 7pm to 7am again without a peep.
Without a peep!! And so, the disappointment and disillusionment I feel (more…)
sleeping through the night? not yet? August 19, 2010
Hi Little Poogie,
you are fast asleep in your cot and I wish I were sleeping too. We had night three (I thought night four but your dad thinks night three, he is probably right as I’m starting to not be able to think straight) of trying to get you back to sleeping right on through the night again after a period of not doing so (yes, it was a one-off that night).
And gee, I’m sure it was easier when you were a bit younger. Now your fighting / resistance skills have increased.
Day one was fine. You woke up at 2am, I gave you a cuddle and a bit of a walk, calmed you down and you went back in your cot and back to sleep until 7am.
The next night you woke at 2:30 am and then stayed awake until 4:15, fighting sleep.
Same last night.
Me, a bit of a jumbling, crazy person who can’t quite think straight today.
you, tired. You were more intent on eating the floating toy duck at swimming lessons today than actually swimming.
aaaaghh..
this better work.
mum
Hanging out the nappies (diapers) with Special Bonus: Sandcastles – Movie Monday August 9, 2010
See! Cloth nappies / diapers really aren’t that much effort at all – especially when you have help! (more…)
you survived your first blood test. And the logisitics of a pee test for a baby. July 29, 2010
Hello!
Update on the blood test.
I managed to not cry. Mostly because I had to help hold you down on the table and you were looking right at my face, so I thought I should keep it together and look calm and in control for your sake. Inside I was quaking. (and I managed to keep the chocolate down too).
You screamed, and they took at least 7 vials of blood (more…)
Blood Tests for Babies – erk. I’m feeling sick just thinking about it. July 29, 2010
Hello Poogie,
So. Feeling very nervous. Have just consumed most of a family-sized block of chocolate in an upset/nervous/tension-filled empty moment. Yes, single “moment”, not plural “moments”. I literally inhaled it.
We are back from holidays and in organising mode I phoned the pathology lab yesterday to see how far in advance of your next doctor’s appointment I need to get the blood and other tests they want you to have done. And I was thinking about a week out from the appointment. Then got told a month out. Which was last week. So today it is. We are off to the hospital as soon as you wake up from your morning nap for a blood and other pathology tests.
And you know how I hate needles? I’m sure you know that, as I told you enough times when I was pregnant about the fact that I was just getting all these needles for your good, not mine.. And some of my experiences with needles lately haven’t been the greatest: my experience in a birthing suite with some bleeding during pregnancy, and a bad experience that I didn’t go through in this blog but did happen when they were trying to get a line into me for my surgery. Anyway, I hate needles at the best of time. Worst when I’m having to have one stuck in me. I thought. Until today. Now I’ve realised that I hate them even more when I have to think of one getting stuck into you. AAAAAAAAGHH…. (vomitous feeling, chocolate coming up my throat).
Just needed to get out some nervous energy. Erk. You’ll be fine, I’m sure. I’ve packed three of your favourite books, and a tub full of pomegranate seeds and sultanas, your favourite.
You’ll be fine.
You’ll be fine.
You’ll be fine.
I’ll be not fine.
love you
mum
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