Simple, good, eggy (almost two a day from our new extended family).
fresh creme caramel
This is of course so that I can eat enough protein when pregnant. Not just because my savoury-tooth switched entirely to a sweet-tooth when I was first pregnant and has got even more sweetly-pronounced the second time around. (more…)
This week you’ve started to talk in whole sentences. Like,
“The bird is in the sky. Up there.”
And the like. And in addition to using your own sentences, you’ve decided to repeat verbatim what other people say to you, back to them:
“Let’s go eat now”; “Lets feed the chickens”; “I like eggs”….
So today I was pulling out of our street into the busy road on the way to drop you (O) at daycare when someone nearly hit me… I swerved and said,
“Fuck. Stupid asshole. Did you see that, they almost hit us.”
Can you see where this is going???..
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You proceeded to babble in the back about “ducks” with a certain inflection in your voice the rest of the way to daycare.
Nice one mum.
P.S. Yes, we have instituted the swear jar, as I’ve written about before. But at present the rules are that it only applies once you walk in the front door. With the unspoken proviso that both your Dad and I try to adhere to it around you at most times…. But as I’ve also said before that I think I have contributed the most to the about $150 we’ve collected so far..
Dear Baby,
So, I’m now 22 weeks pregnant, and all is going well.
I feel kinda guilty about not writing more about this pregnancy on the blog – sharing more intimately what is going on, as I did last time.
But for some reason I just feel more at peace with the whole process, and for some reason, a little more private about it all too. Just like it is a calm and peaceful journey that we are going on right now, and that we are getting to know each other quietly while you’re growing, moving and kicking around down in my slowly-expanding belly.
You feel to me like a different baby than your brother. I can’t put my finger quite on how or why or what is different, it is just a different feeling.
Common to last time, I have a renewed vigour for food and all things edible. Last week your dad was out for a meeting one night and wasn’t going to be back for dinner but I had a hankering for a nice meal, so I cooked myself a two course meal that I had a craving for. It took 4 hours to cook, in between looking after and playing with your brother, getting him fed and bathed and to bed, but it was well worth it… (more…)
Hello!
I’ve lots to write but little time. Life is a bit of a blur at the moment. One needs time to make icecream and other savoury snacks to fulfill the pregnant urges (more on that another day). Oh yeah, and work fits in there somewhere too.
A snippet from last week.
We took a trip to Melbourne for an extra-long weekend. It was awesome overall, which I’ll get to in another post. But today, a bit about the flight, sausages, prunes and playdoh… (more…)
Hello!
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…)
Hi Little Bogan Child.
Yes, that is right. Just in time for celebrating invasion / Australia day, you as an 18month old have expressed decidedly bogan sentiments.
“Bogan?”, you say, “What is Bogan??”.
Bogan is when you spot a man walking towards us as we leave the pool. You look up at him in awe as you chomp down on your peanut butter sandwich, as wandering back and forth across the path as you are struck by his larger than life physique (read: a totally ripped model-like youthful male who was part of the cast of a new television show being filmed at our local pool on the day you have lessons, hulking towards us up the path as I attempt to avert my eyes and pretend there isn’t someone obviously swaggering with self-important almost narcissistic body-pride near me and my 1.5 year old with no-one else in sight).
As he is within a few steps, you suddenly stop, and, pointing, say,
” Man, Man”. Then, pointing at his torso, “Star, star”.
So I have to look.
the offending tattoo
And yes, across this young man’s torso is emblazoned the now-synonymous-with-bogandom tattoo: the Southern Cross.
Nothing extreme there. Just observant, I think. But what happens next is what makes you my little bogan.
You point repetitively at your own torso, and in a questioning voice (with exactly the same rising inflection you use when you ask for a cookie):
“Oscar, Star??? Oscar, Star???”.
All I could reply was that I hope your tastes have matured by the time you are old enough to get inked yourself…
Love mum
Hello,
When your Grandma K asked what you would like for your birthday last year, I asked that she get you a baby doll. As I figured no-one else would want to give you one (as you’re a boy and most people stick to gender-specific gifts even when they know kids of all persuasions like to play with a variey of toys). And I knew she would oblige.
And you have come to love your little ‘baby’. It comes and reads books with us, sometimes goes to sleep with you during your daytime naps, and generally you share things with him/her. I think that knowing mummy has a ‘baby’ in her tummy has made you think more about your baby too, so it has started to feature more prominently in playtime of recent. This video captures you ‘teaching’ and ‘helping’ baby on the two occassions recently when I managed to get the video going in time. Totally un-prompted, you were doing this when I came along and started the video recording…
love mum
Hello,
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…)
I wrote this post a while ago but it’s time to make it public…
it’s always when you’re not expecting it… (a link to where I shared the news of discovering Luna)
Authors Note: So I’m currently at around 18 weeks (you really do lose track with the second, well at least I do!), as this post was written way back in October. I’ve a few more I wrote then to post over the next few days, if you’re interested.
Hello!
Little O you are oblivious to the floods and the weird situation in Brisbane at the moment. We arrived back from Vancouver this afternoon and with the assistance of your uncles J & J and Grandad (due to the volume of luggage we had in total), you, me, your dad, your Canadian grandpa and grandma trained from the airport to a local station and then did multiple car trips to make it home as it was unclear if we would make it by car.
Our home is all fine – we are very close to the Brisbane River (about 150m) but up a steep hill. I.e. High Ground. Your Grandad’s house is fine too, as is your Aunt G, who live in the next suburb, West End, but as a large part of that suburb is flooded, the power is off at their houses. And will be for the next 3 days at least. Floodwater is expected in the peak of 4am tomorrow at your Uncle D & Aunt R’s house (more…)
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