Standing – look – no hands!!
Finger lickin’ goodness. Alternately: “Is my dad a cannibal or did he bite my finger by mistake?” May 14, 2010
Bad Parent of the Day Award today – very simple.
DAD. For biting your finger as he was attempting to eat some food that you were offering to share with him.
Your reaction: disbelief, then loud crying and screaming.
End result: 20 minutes later, red swollen finger….
P.S. Note, you were hungry. As per the photo, you continued to try to eat your spinach and cheese muffins with blended roasted vegetables through the tears.
Is it a bird, is it a plane? YES! The amazing signing baby! – Movie Monday (once again belated) May 11, 2010
It’s belated Movie Monday again. I’ve been busy, what can I say.
Well, the fruits of my and your labour are starting to pay off. (more…)
It’s a question I ask myself quite a bit.
Who am I and where do I fit into this equation of our family and day-to-day life?
Being a mum for the past almost-year has been an all-subsuming, totally rewarding, utterly exhausting and overall transformative process. Positive. But inarguably challenging on many levels.
As an aside about being all-consuming and mind-bending: I’m re-reading the title of this post and thinking that I’ve subconsciously started to style my language along the lines of a children’s book – we read so many each day, and my waking minutes are so focussed on looking after you. (The book it’s based on has slipped out of my mind, but the language persists. It’ll come to me, just give it about 36 hours. Dead of the night. I’ll sit bolt upright in bed and remember.)
Some days I think I’m coping really well, and all is gleeful (Wednesday). (more…)
Drainage Issues – parenting for dummies May 5, 2010
Last week. Washing day. 5 loads of laundry and one load of nappies/diapers. Done, but an issue.
The downstairs toilet started bubbling. Then the laundry bubbles started coming up while the washing machine was running. Our house was renovated in the last 10 years and we’ve NEVER had a drainage / plumbing issue. Damn, I think – time to get the plumber in…
A few hours and a few hundred dollars later: plumber extracts stinky white mess from about 15m down the garden on the end of his spinning, whirring, metal machine. He examines stinky white mess and asks:
“Do you flush your nappy wipes down the loo?”….