Hi Poogie,
You’ve taken the Laugh Your Ass Off Game to a whole new level. You are regaling us with fits of laughter daily. I managed to get this one on camera – it was just after you woke up from a nap.
This week it was laughing your ass off with dad…
A digitally generated image of what you may look like in 30+ years...
Really? Well, you, your dad and I went to the Gallery of Modern Art down the road today to see the Asia Pacific Triennial of Contemporary Art exhibition (or as much of it as we could in the about an hour we have between sleeps and eats with you). (more…)
Picture a SCREAMING child being pushed in a stroller around the suburban shopping center by a very harrassed and wild-haired looking mother. Wayward glances from strangers (some sympathetic – most, a few judgemental) as the loud stroller starts to go in indiscriminately crazy loops and the mother’s breathing increasingly becomes jagged as she initially tries to continue shopping (but is in reality just pushing the stroller round the same old stands of generic boring clothing with an increasing fervour while not actually seeing any of the clothes at all) and she struggles to retain any sense of composure and “I’m the parent & I’m in control” feeling before fleeing for the closest exit with the wailing trailing down the escalators to follow her out into the heat of the carpark.
That was us this afternoon.
After another night of sleeplessness and random feeding, I for some reason decided that today was the day to go to the shopping center to try to find some clothes that fit me.
What the hell was I thinking? (more…)
Hi Poogie,
we went to the beach last weekend. And you got your first sand eating experience. It reminded me somewhat of G&K’s dog MoMo, who when you took her to the beach would eat sand and drink the water and then for the next while as you walked / ran along the beach the poor thing would wince and scrunch up her back as she pooed projectile-style salty water.
Sand-eating poogie. Yum Yum.
Thankfully you didn’t do that. Just a bit of simple sand eating. I didn’t notice sand-laden nappies, but I assume it was in there somewhere. I don’t like to look THAT closely.
love mum
Hi Poogie,
we had a lovely dinner with everyone on your Grandma K’s side of the family last night. And when chatting to Aunt 2 (Rhy) she reminded me that she had been to visit us before work last week. When prompted, I had a vague memory of it,
Me: “Oh yeah, I remember”. Thinking vaguely that I did remember her coming one morning early.
Rhy: “You were tired and kind of out-of-it.”
Me: thinking, mmm, I recall having very large bags under my eyes for a few days in the past few weeks. Maybe it was one of those days. “It’s all a bit hazy now I think about it.”
Rhy: “Yeah, you were so out of it you fell asleep in O’s cot.”
Hello Poogie,
So. I made a plan to redo our kitchen at some point – it’s all open shelving. But I was kinda hoping I would have had a few more months. But no. Open shelving about 40 cm off the ground is of course prime target for a crawling baby who has learned to pull himself up in his cot this week. I turned around today and there you were: upright and enjoying yourself. The camera was beside me so I got it on film. I guess today’s adventure was just the start:
The end of the shelving in the video is all just books. But all the crockery, pots, pans and an assortment of other random stuff is out there in the open. Waiting for a marauding eight-month-old to pull it all down right on his head.
Righto. New kitchen planning commencing…
aaaaagh..
love mum
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
Hello!
Yep, that is me using another one of those finnicky acronyms that usually piss me off. But my mood is up and it can’t be diquieted with simple annoyances for the enjoyable things in life win-out.
Today’s pleasure: the LYAO (Laugh your ass off) game.
Again, a developmental milestone that is talked about in the baby books and literature is babies learning to laugh. You’ve definitely nailed it.
There was no way before I had you that I could have imagined the immense pleasure and pure hilarity of just sitting there on the floor with you on the bed, playing our Laugh Your Ass Off Game.
The funniest thing is, I end up in huge fits of belly-shaking convulsive for-real laughter too. Good for the soul.
I love you punchy.
mum
Hello!
So. You tried my favourite food today: Indian Palak Paneer (or spinach and cheese curry). I’m not sure you ‘loved’ it as much as I do, but you sure did eat some. Palak Paneer is the top of my food list. Don’t know why – just love the stuff. Actually I do know why. Spinach and cheese and curry. All rolled into one. For a vegetarian. Delightful. We make it with fresh ricotta as a substitute for real paneer, and it works out great.
It's coming close but you don't seem sure
We cooked it last night for dinner, same as usual, just with no salt. We’re getting closer to just feeding you what we eat with some slight modifications. Anyway, I have been feeling a little lacking in iron, and was having a spinach craving, so your dad cooked it up.
Palak Paneer (Spinach Cheese Curry) for you..
And so you got it for dinner tonight as we’re running low on other home-cooked baby meals.
yum?
You still prefer apples though – it’s apparent from your facial expressions. It’s fun to watch your face when new tastes are introduced. We’ll keep at it.
Mmmmm. Tasty?
I’ve read and heard that children’s tastebuds develop over time and it’s likely you’ll reject things you once ate happily when you get a bit older. So, for now, we’ll just let you eat a wide range and hope that somehow even if in the shorter term you start to refuse to eat a bunch of them, that the tastes sink into your subconscious and as you grow older you’ll grow back into them.
Love you
mum
A few snaps from the couch this afternoon…
this is what the view is from where I am and you try to kiss me. Mmmm. Open-mouthed baby kiss. Only a parent could really love it.
lunging for the camera
You have a new favourite food. Cucumber. I can almost hear you say,
“I can do it myself, mum”….
cucumber muncher
Love you
mum
