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 Poogie!
I’m going to try to put a movie up some/most mondays. Movie Monday.
Today is one of your tricks: blowing raspberries. You learnt this one a few weeks ago now. I was astounded when you first started it – you frequently surprise me with your ability to learn new things and pick things up that I thought would take a lot longer. We’ve been blowing raspberries on you since day one, so I guess it makes sense that you’d learn them straight-up.
I tried to get footage of you in your favourite raspberry-blowing position – in the bed with us. But it just ended up a bit wrong – I’m not sure everyone wanted to see my boobs flash by the camera repeated times as I lurched up to pull you off where you’d climbed on the “mum climbing frame” as you attempted to get to better raspberry-blowing position. So I’ve scrapped that video and gone for the “on the legs on the kitchen floor” version. Much less the wrong-pornographic home-style and more of the family-blog style effect.
Love you
mum
Hello Little Poogie,
I’m tired. We’ve had a busy week. You definitely have a carrot allergy/intolerance. How we tested this? Your dad cooked you a chicken stew & forgetting about the previous carrot episode, put carrot in it. Innocous, you’d think. Well I guess I’m surprised.
Your reaction? Well, you loved the stew. Ate a HUGE bowl of it for breakfast on Friday morning. Slept, woke up a bit whingey and clingy and then bam. It hit. Vomit everywhere. Multiple times. It was heartbreaking to watch as you weren’t distressed by the vomiting itself, but as the hours passed and you were still vomiting you just got exhausted to the point where you couldn’t stay awake but couldn’t sleep either. I had to stay near you, so we lay in our bed where you continued to vomit everywhere. I tried to soak it up with towels, but it was voluminous. So it soaked through. Ce la vie.
You finally passed out and I put you in your cot for a rest but stayed in the room while you dozed and came in and out of sleep to retch more. It was worse than last time – I guess ’cause you ate so much stew. Bile it was. Again, I tried to give you a little breastmilk, but after the first time, where I only let you feed for one minute, you just didn’t have the energy.
“Here we go, a visit to the hospital coming up!” was just what I was thinking when finally in the late afternoon you seemed to look a little less green and managed to keep a minute of breastmilk down and manage a smile. I was almost sick with relief myself.
All in time for your dad to get home from work to you looking reasonably ok and me doing five loads of laundry and re-mopping the floors.
Since then your sleep has been more disrupted than normal and I’ve just had an afternoon nap as I’ve been up multiple times each night and am exhausted. Just bone weary.
You seem to have recovered (though I note that the stew seemed to come out both ends rather undigested).
erk.
Who would have thought: cooked carrot???
love mum
Hello Punchy,
Long time no write. We HAD A WEEKEND AWAY! And I left computers and all electronics at home.
We went up to a lovely holiday house in Springbrook, the hinterland above the Gold Coast. It was a lovely weekend where it rained more than I can remember in my lifetime (something like 400+mm in one day) but we were cosy inside with a fire, except when we ventured out for a few short walks in the rain. Which wasn’t too bad under the canopy of the rainforest. You really enjoyed it. It was fun to look across the valleys to all the waterfalls, which were of course in full flow.
Your first bushwalking: a good experience.
ready to bushwalk in the rain with the baby strapped on
Love you
mum
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