Our new household members arrived last night.
Our kindy/daycare ran a hatching program for all the kids to see and we have adopted four.
You have never seen two more excited children when they arrived home last night. And this morning the excitement is still palpable.
Here’s hoping we didn’t get any roosters!
Dear Little Miss L,
or, as you are more frequently called in our house: boo boo.
Boo boo. Derived from Boona. Which rhymes with Luna. As in Luna Boona, shortened to Boo boo. Of course.
I feel remiss in a number of ways. Not only did your first birthday pass without my mentioning it here, but as I have sheepishly admitted to a number of people, it was so uneventful that we even forgot to take a photo of you on the day.
So, a belated public Happy Birthday my darling.
You are a cheerful, happy, rotund and gleeful little even-tempered darling. We all love you dearly, most of all perhaps your brother. Who climbs into your cot each morning to play as soon as he wakes up. We wake most mornings to the sound of the two of you giggling gleefully from your room.
And often at night that is the sound of you going to bed too: you and Oscar playing “the giggle game” with each other from separate rooms (you both quickly worked out it was a game that could be played without the need to see each other)…
Luna, you are beautiful and we love you very much.
Kisses
mum
Today is my first day back to work! A new job where I actually have to go into an office.
And this is who I’m leaving behind…
And for the record, the inside of a bus in Brisbane looks the same as about six years ago when I last caught one to work.
Finally managed to get the video camera going in time to capture this attempt to pacify the smaller sister 🙂
This almost compensates for the number of times I ‘mistakenly’ attempt to jump on her head each day….
Love mum
P.S. Rocky road to follow later this week
Hello!
Well, it’s that time again, where I feel as ginormous as a house. And look like it too.
No, I take it back, as your father says:
“Who swallowed the soccer ball?”.
I’m not really as big as a house, just as big as it would be to have a whole soccer ball in your stomach. Yep, that’s me:
So, not sure what happened to the happy hormones, but they kinda just upped and left me all alone with the grumpy ones about a week ago. It co-incided with my pelvic-floor/back deciding that it really only had the stamina to hold a growing baby until week 28 and that it was just going to give up and go with the strain of it all. Pity it didn’t co-ordinate with my nerve-endings and decide to release a bunch of serotonin at the same time – that would have made it bearable. Why can’t we control that ourselves??
So. Grumpy 28-week pregnant lady on the loose.
That is me.
Thankfully however a few months ago I booked myself my first trip-away from child #1 (Poogie) down to Sydney for this week. So here I am in Sydney for a few days, sans-child and sans-husband.
A bit of work, and a bit of play before I’m not allowed to fly anymore. So today, after a day at work yesterday, I plan to shake off the grumpiness by consuming all manner of sweet desserts at Adriano Zumbo’s after a short walk from the relaxing lounge where I am currently reclining at Chez Shef’s…. (thank-you for welcoming me into your home – read: letting me invade and take over once again).
love mum
ps. I have just reviewed my state at 28 weeks in my last pregancy. And lo and behold, surprise, surprise: I was grumpy, the happy hormones had deserted me, and I was compensating with dessert…
p.p.s. and to cheer me up this morning already, two of our dearest friends just welcomed their beautiful little girl into the world. So I’m smiling at least a little 🙂
Hello!
I had a premonition today that things weren’t quite right. So I phoned your daycare at 2:00pm, when I knew you’d be sleeping, just to see how things were going.
“Great, great, great, he’s having a great day…”
I had a good chat with your teacher and all seemed well, you’d been interacting well, trying really hard to talk in whole sentences all morning, and having a ball in general.
Then 30 minutes later at 3:00pm I got a call:
“O has woken up and he has a bit of a high fever, your intuition was right!”..
So I went and got you – and you were a little crying mess of hot sweaty 38.9 degree celcius feverish boy when I got there. Poor thing. So we went home, took the advice of the hospital from last time and after you having some panadol did no cold compresses or showers or anything, just some quiet time reading and cuddling together in bed.  Which worked fine for the first hour while the panadol was still taking effect.
And I learned something about you through the constant stream of babble-talk that you went on with while in your half-sick-crazed state. You can count to ten perfectly. Over and over. In the middle of sentences, like:
“Mummy, daddy, magpie up in the tree, eating icecream, and then big bang, hockey hockey ball ball, hit ball up up. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, um, eight, nine, ten. Hungry caterpillar, magpie waddle giggle gargle, mummy….”
🙂 small things. Kind of astounding because your Dad and I certainly haven’t taught you that. And we don’t watch TV or anything that really has that kind of counting in it. Must be osmosis at daycare!
love mum
(p.s. 21 months)
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…Â 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…)
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