Friday, October 29, 2010

Ooooooh moments

Little E has a particularly endearing noise which she uses when especially excited by or interested in something. It is a quite high pitched "ooooooh" accompanied by a round mouth, round eyes and furiously waving arms. So far the following things have been oooooh-worthy:

1. The ceiling fan in her bedroom (usually whilst I am trying to persuade her to have some milk so this one is as annoying as it is amusing!);
2. Belle the cat (whose good life is close to being over as E gets more and more mobile);
3. Lochie, Mum & Dad's neurotic poodle;
4. Any ball being bounced or thrown; and
5. Most recently, bubbles coming out of a plastic cup with a hole in it being held under water in the bath.


We had played plenty of games in the bath that involved pouring water out of the cups but I only thought of holding it under a few days ago. It's the wonder at bubbles in the bath that make you realise how new and exciting the whole world is for a baby.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Beach expedition

Little E had her first expedition to the beach yesterday and it was not a great success. Her brand new swim nappy leaked (probably partly due to the over-enthusiastic amounts of dried fruit administered by Mummy in the previous few days). The swim nappy may be going back to the shop as its packaging claims it is specifically designed to avoid "embarrassing accidents."

She was happy to sit on the grass and have a look around and thought that the playing in the sand part was ok. But when a wave got on her she cried and cried.


She calmed down momentarily and then she saw a wave get on D and she cried some more. Obviously, at least so far, water must be warm and contained for her to enjoy it. An hour or so later she was perfectly happy in her bath.

We might try the swimming pool next.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Lessons learnt the hard and the (unfunny) runny way

1. Do not get adventurous about your child's ability to eat solids and feed her (albeit very expensive, organic) brown rice three days in a row.

2. In an attempt to compensate, do not then feed her large amounts of (albeit very expensive, organic) prunes.

Just don't. That's all I'm saying.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The best birthday present

D turned 31 last Sunday. A few weekends ago we acquired an orange tree, which was his main present from Eli and I. It came from a lovely nursery not far from D's parents' house called Wandilla Plants. It is a good thing we don't live closer to it as I can see us spending a lot of money there! We liked the idea that in our first year in this house we planted an apricot tree for my birthday and an orange tree for D's. We also like the idea of eating oranges and drinking orange juice and making orange juice icy poles for E and her little friends in years to come.


Continuing the garden theme, D's parents gave him a wheelbarrow and a ladder. I tease him that you know you are old and domesticated when for one birthday you get a lawn mower and the next one a wheelbarrow and ladder, but they are very useful gifts and he is very pleased with them.

E and I also gave him a copy of Bill Bryson's latest, At Home. We had this out from the library a while ago but it is on the high demand list and so couldn't be renewed, and given the enormous reduction in our free time since a certain someone arrived, a month was never going to be long enough to finish a book of that length!

My parents and Grandma thought that D needed a few personal gifts amongst all the garden/household items, and they found him two ties, new socks (which Mum, having hung out our washing a few times over the last 6 months, knew he badly needed!) and a new shirt. He was very pleased with these as he has to wear a tie and business shirt almost every day to work and gets bored with the same ones over and over again.

We had a lunch time party for D on the day of his actual birthday. Just when I think I have learned my lesson about Little E being happiest with routine, and quiet gatherings, I agree to have 40 people over! And I decide it would be fun to make lunch for them all! D enjoyed it, which was the main aim, but it might be a while before I agree to cater for that many people again!

All of the above aside, D thinks his best present was the one he received at about 4am on the day of his birthday. E had had a restless night and at 4am I knew she did not need food as the little greedy guts had eaten two or three times already since we went to bed at about 9pm. So I decided it was D's turn to go in and attend to her. She greeted him with "eeeee! Da da da! Da da da!"

She has not stopped since.

The best birthday present

D turned 31 last Sunday. A few weekends ago we acquired an orange tree, which was his main present from Little E and I. It came from a lovely nursery not far from D 's parents' house called Wandilla Plants. It is a good thing we don't live closer to it as I can see us spending a lot of money there! We liked the idea that in our first year in this house we planted an apricot tree for my birthday and an orange tree for D's. We also like the idea of eating oranges and drinking orange juice and making orange juice icy poles for E and her little friends in years to come.


 
Continuing the garden theme, D's parents gave him a wheelbarrow and a ladder. I tease him that you know you are old and domesticated when for one birthday you get a lawn mower and the next one a wheelbarrow and ladder, but they are very useful gifts and he is very pleased with them.
E and I also gave him a copy of Bill Bryson's latest, At Home. We had this out from the library a while ago but it is on the high demand list and so couldn't be renewed, and given the enormous reduction in our free time since a certain someone arrived, a month was never going to be long enough to finish a book of that length!

My parents and Grandma thought that D needed a few personal gifts amongst all the garden/household items, and they found him two ties, new socks (which Mum, having hung out our washing a few times over the last 6 months, knew he badly needed!) and a new shirt. He was very pleased with these as he has to wear a tie and business shirt almost every day to work and gets bored with the same ones over and over again. 

We had a lunch time party for D on the day of his actual birthday. Just when I think I have learned my lesson about Little E being happiest with routine, and quiet gatherings, I agree to have 40 people over! And I decide it would be fun to make lunch for them all! D enjoyed it, which was the main aim, but it might be a while before I agree to cater for that many people again!

All of the above aside, D thinks his best present was the one he received at about 4am on the day of his birthday. E had had a restless night and at 4am I knew she did not need food as the little greedy guts had eaten two or three times already since we went to bed at about 9pm. So I decided it was D's turn to go in and attend to her. She greeted him with "eeeee! Da da da! Da da da!" She has not stopped since.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A solitary beer for solitary me

D is off at a buck's night and Little E is in bed (it is 6:45pm). I did all the going-to-bed things on my own - not that this is a huge achievement but it always feels like an extra effort. I am drinking a solitary beer (carefully calculated as acceptable prior to E's bedtime feed - thank you Australian Breastfeeding Association table) with the Commonwealth Games for company and wondering what I used to do with myself on an evening at home alone??
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