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Cat it is … (more…)
Too much to even try to catch-up. July 18, 2010
Hello Poogie,
once again, weeks have gone by and I haven’t had the time to write. This happens once in a while – a few days go by, then I think, “Aha, I should write about …….”. Then a few more days go by, I forget what it was then I start to get overwhelmed with how much I have to write. So I don’t… and then the cycle continues.
In this case I’ve also been rather extremely busy: we’ve been getting used to Childcare (you and I), I’ve been working and my work project went somewhat sideways so required some brainpower and attention, uni is getting busy – just wrote my first exam on Saturday and we’ve started work on the assignment…. And you just are SO much fun to hang out with, that when you’re awake and I’m not working I just want to play with you. So housework and writing blogs has been slightly sidelined in preference to actual living.
(Oh, and I’ve developed a slight addiction to (more…)
Exploring the wild… June 17, 2010
So, one of the things you’re really getting into at the moment is exploring the wild places in life. Like our back garden.
exploring the garden
Which is all great fun. You’ve mostly stopped putting absolutely everything into your mouth all the time (now it is just most things about 20% of the time), so I feel more (more…)
WALKING!!! – Movie June 2, 2010
walking!!
Well, all I can say is that our little family has been flat-out!
So have had not a minute to write anything on the blog, take photos, do videos. Anything.
But. Last night’s video that your dad took of your and your Aunt R1 warrants a post.
Because he finally got you on camera – WALKING!
Reaching and tentative efforts at stepping out! – Belated Movie Monday May 19, 2010
Standing – look – no hands!!
Is it a bird, is it a plane? YES! The amazing signing baby! – Movie Monday (once again belated) May 11, 2010
Hello!
It’s belated Movie Monday again. I’ve been busy, what can I say.
You have also been busy. Learning. Do you remember that I’ve mentioned that I had decided then started trying to teach you baby sign language?
Well, the fruits of my and your labour are starting to pay off. (more…)
…and the pasta comes back up again. April 23, 2010
So we’ve had the dreaded gastro bug that people tell me has been going around. Poogie, you started with it early Saturday morning, Aunt R1 got it on Saturday morning too, your Dad got it on Sunday evening, and I got it on Wednesday afternoon. So we’ve had a few days of retching (more…)
Going slightly crazy. (any suggestions for activities for a 10 month old??) April 13, 2010
Hello Poogie,
Well, we’ve been out of action for 9-10 days now and both you and I are going slightly crazy…. To say the least.
I’m confident we’re on the home stretch, but this flu has been horrible. And so not only have we been feeling not great, but in the interests of infecting the least number of others we’ve been laying low and staying around home a lot. And you and I are both sick of the walls in the house. (more…)
Reminiscing – are you that old already?? (and breastfeeding while looking at soft porn) March 25, 2010
Dear Poogie,
I read a post today by my blogging friend over at Pretty Little Stitches about people’s responses to her breastfeeding in public and a photo of herself breastfeeding in a gorgeous knit sweater she craftily made (jealous of the skills!)… And I went to write back a comment and got to thinking about an experience I had when you were a newly born little bundle. So I thought I’d share it. I seem to have been reminiscing a little over the past week or so about ‘when you were little’. You’ve hit the nine month mark this week, and it just feels like yesterday that you were born, but also so long ago at the same time. I’ve spent a bit of time reading over my old posts from June and August 2009 when you were fresh, and re-living the feelings I had. They are almost tangible, and definitely tasteable when I re-read them. Glad I’ve written some of it down to you via this blog. But the story: (more…)
Bad parent of the day award. And the winner is… February 19, 2010
We have an award in our house: it’s the “Bad Parent of the Day”.
It started as a joke. Your dad had a quiet chat with me a few days after we came home from the hospital and he went to work which went along the lines that as I’m at home with ‘the baby’ all day every day then I’m the one who is most likely to be the responsible parent when ‘the baby’ does get injured. Accidental maybe, but we both knew it was going to be heartwrenching, and that was your dad’s way of telling me that he wasn’t going to be angry or upset or judgemental, just supportive. Because the odds were against me.
To be honest, I don’t even remember now what your first big mishap was. I should have blogged about it, because I know it was very real and scarey at the time, but now it has just melded into a conglomerate memory of the past few months, where some days you injure yourself, or I injure you (unintentionally and generally pretty minor so far, cross fingers) and some days nothing happens but you’re still grumpy and scream at times and I’m still lacking sleep so really ask me the next day what happened the day before and I’d be hard pressed. (Oh, and I still don’t come up for air when talking. Some things don’t change.)
So as the days meld into one another, we commemorate each mishap of bad parenting with our “Bad Parent of the Day” Award. I guess I do probably win it more than your dad, but considering I’m on more parenting duty, I think the balance on weighted means would be in his favour. Or disfavour depending on how you view it.
Today’s winner? Well, I can’t think of it. Maybe it hasn’t happened yet. Or, if you count letting your baby eat of the floor as a bad thing I probably shouldn’t have fed you the cucumber you dropped on the footpath in the Valley this morning, then Me. The footpaths there are not your average cleanliness, somewhat below… In the scheme of things, minor.
Three days ago? Me. You know about the whole carrot intolerancething? Well, I went to cook more food for you and found the freezer cubes we use to freeze your food in full: of chicken stew. So I dutifully emptied them all into the sink and then flushed them down the loo. Thinking all the while, “Gee, what a waste. It’s not the food that bothers me so much as the love and time your dad put into cooking it”. And it’s not like I’m ever going to cook you chicken stew (pescetarian avoiding meat cooking at all costs). So it was a bit special.
Dumb di dumb di dumb. Well, it turned out your Dad had already lovingly thrown out all the offensive carrot-containing stew, and cooked you a whole new batch. Which was exactly what I threw out. Mmm. Bad parent of the day award: Mum.
Love you boopie baby
mum
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