Friday afternoon, you were practicing your climbing skills again by repeatedly climbing up and down the furniture in the lounge room and I thought, “great, a chance to get a video. Haven’t done one in ages.”. (more…)
Hello little pumpkin,
How is it all going down there? I hope well.
I’ve been thinking about you. Multiplying rapidly. I’m thinking you’re a girl. No reason to, just think you are. Maybe it’s a wish. Maybe not. Who knows.
My brain is going about 10,000 miles a second, same as it did when I was pregnant with your brother. I’m starting to get kinda tired, like exhausted, at the end of each day. About 6pm and I need to get into bed for a nap. But don’t always get the chance. …
quick note. just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you!
21 October 2010
I’m sitting at my desk trying to work and I detect the faint odour of something fishy.
Or just plain rotten.
I’ve cleaned the desk, I’ve scoured the room. But I can’t find the source.
What is the bet that it’s a tasty little morsel of food you’ve squirrelled away for a rainy day?
So I just dropped you, my little pumpkin, at kindi (daycare), and once again, with no pause whatsoever, you just give me a big kiss then wave and say “bye, bye”.
Makes you feel a little redundant as a mum.
and proud that you’re so self-assured and happy.
You know you’re pregnant when your 16 month old (yes 16 months omg I can’t really say ‘baby’ anymore, and soon we’ll move to ‘nearly two’ rather than counting in months. too quick! too quick!!!) can replicate the exact sound, pitch and timbre of your digestive farts.
Yes. The digestive farts are back in full force, and much as I’d like to think I’m the kind of refined woman that manages to keep it to herself, there just isn’t holding it in, particularly at home, and particularly when only a 16 month old is around. Who can he tell, right? …
Mm… I may be creating a little fart monster. He can now also say, “Fart”, and does so with glee.
He’s a boy, so it was bound to happen anyway, right? right? I maybe just sped up the process slightly.
written: October 20 2010…
another blogger I read had a very entertaining post about a drawing that a child did today.
worth a look for a laugh.
sometimes small things amuse me.
I think O that you have inherited that trait.
I just cried at a Jetstar ad on TV.
Sad. me, that is, not the ad.
I have to go and get bloodtests today to test my hormone levels. but I think it’s another sign…
15 October 2010
It’s been raining every day for over a week now. The ground is sodden and I’m thinking I just need to buy you some galoshes and a good rain coat (and some for myself) so we can just get out there and enjoy it.
Anyway you got new boots for our upcoming trip to Canada and you stomped around in the rain with them:
i like this shot:
Last week at pilates I got a bit lightheaded, my blood pressure bottomed out and I nearly fainted. I rested for the rest of the day, as much as is possible with a 15 month old, but then promptly forgot entirely that I’d even felt a little funny. It had been a hot morning, the first ‘summer’ day (though it has rained torrentially every day since), so I figured I’d just overheated on the bike or whatever. So just a bit of water and a lie down and lots of food and an excuse to watch TV in the afternoon while O was sleeping.
But of course, got reminded when I was at pilates today, and thought, “aha, I’m out of vitamins, I was a bit sick last week, I’ll just pop in and get some”. A basketful of stuff later, O has destroyed the store as the colours of the stuff on the shelves are just too enticing and we go home.
I pop O in bed, then go and have a pee. And discover: this.