« Conversation after Music Class | Main |

Amazon's the Money

31 October 2006, 21:50

Just received our parcel from Amazon (love getting couriers at 8am – just like Christmas!!!), amongst the spoils were the CDs I’ve been hanging for – Tori Amos’s “The Beekeeper”, Kate Bush’s “Aerial” and Arvo Part’s Alina. Yes, I know they’re sooooooo 2005 (with exception of course, of Alina which is like, totally 2000) but hell, that’s life with a baby. Can’t even make the sodding trip to JB HiFi for a musical treat…

I must rate Arvo Part’s “Alina” as being the elixir of a troubled baby. It’s so intoxicatingly mellow and exquisite, it’s guaranteed to send the most unsettled baby off into lala land. Got. to. love. that.

Scout wonders whether daddy is uber-cool or merely a buffoon

---

9 months and counting

24 October 2006, 10:05

Rather than focus on the 9 month milestones of our little girl (significant though they are) I’d like to celebrate one of my achievements – 9 months of breastfeeding.

I never thought I’d go for this long and the path has had its fair share of hurdles – grazed nipples in the first few days when I was physically unable to breastfeed, five (5! count them! actually… not) blocked ducts (extremely painful), 3 bites from a newly fanged oompa loompa, and a barrage of disapproving stares if I were to breastfeed in public (although, to be fair, the vast majority of people couldn’t give a shit, which is really how it should be).

At 6 months, I thought I’d replace her evening feed with a bottle of formula to help her sleep through, but then decided that this was really quite a ridiculous and selfish notion (and I’m not convinced it even works) and have kept going – we’re now down to 4 feeds a day and I’m actually enjoying it! When I look back at those excruciatingly difficult early days, I never would have thought it would be so easy now. In fact, I’d love to go to 12 months, but alas with my going back to work in January, we’re going to have to get Scout used to a cup of formula at lunch.

So hey, congratulations Kinki. You are a bloody wonder in your own universe.

Please mum. No more milk…

---

Dude, Where's my Sunscreen?

13 October 2006, 12:07

What else to do on a 37 degree day but take in the waves at the Fitzroy Baby Pool? It was Scout’s first dip in the water (didn’t let her face or ears go in, so paranoid am I about lurgies weaselling their way into her precious system, particularly with this hideous gastro going around) and she was mad for it!

It’s hard work looking this cool all day. Click to enlarge

It has been a week of Firsts – First tooth, First pool dip, First trip to the Playground, First “mammamammamamm” (v. proud, me), First Weetbix and First Toast and Vegemite. Hideously, she really liked the Vegemite, shudder. I’ve never been a fan myself, although not as adverse to it as my vegemitaphobe friend, “J” who refuses to feed her son vegemite in case he comes charging at her with face and hands riddled with the brown goo. “It looks like poo and smells like shit” says she. Fair enough. Who am I to argue?

---

Houston, we have a Tooth

12 October 2006, 10:08

Little Gummy is no longer a Gummy (but still a bear). After nearly 9 long months of strangers and friends alike musing, “Oh, her cheeks are so red – she must be teething” (boring, people) she has frikkin’ finally cut her first tooth (her bottom left central incisor, for those dentally inclined. And if you are, what the hell are you doing here???)

These pics have nothing to do with teeth… although they have much to do with swinging. Giddy Up.

Swing Out sister. Click to enlarge

Zero Gravity. Click to enlarge

---

Doing Mummy's Bidding

10 October 2006, 10:58

Click to enlarge

---

Fashions on the Field (and in the mouth...)

6 October 2006, 11:44

“Lavinia, you can eat my dust, girlfriend...” (click to enlarge)

“If only Mum would gimme some of that Moet” (click to enlarge)

Spring is finally kicking in – Scout is so much happier outdoors (drinking champagne, watching the geegees, falling over in a pool of her own vom… cough, splutter, ahem, where the Hell was I? Oh, no, this is not my station…) wreaking havoc (“I tell you, we were trying to grow that grass, lady!”) so days have been less intense. Less relentless. ‘Cos that’s what you get when you have a baby – on call 24/7 – particularly when you’re breastfeeding – not that I resent her for that, but you really start to savour the concept of going to work and actually having a one-hour lunchbreak when you’re not accountable to anyone or have to think about anything.

Little Scout can now wave to people coming and/or going, if you happen to have found her favour for that day. And annoyingly she’s been waking herself up several times a day and night, by rolling over onto all-fours, unable to get back down again. It gets old really bloody quickly.

She’s been “about to crawl” for so bloody long as well, now that’s getting old. She does have a cool caterpillar crawly thingy, where she makes out like a caterpillar (NOOOOOOO!) and she’s very very speedy, but no actual crawl yet. Not that I’m willing it. All my spare moments will come to an abrupt halt when that happens. Nothing will be sacred…

---