Can't help myself
29 April 2007, 18:06
OK. So there is a Cutest Baby Competition coming up and because I’m the mother of THE most adorable baby in the world (just ask me) I’m gonna enter Scout.
But I need help on which photos to submit. So here are four of my recent faves. Which ones scream CUTE!!!!!!! to you? If none of them do, well, you can just keep that to yourself…
“Cute #1”
“Cute #2”
“Cute #3”
“Cute #4”
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20 April 2007, 19:55
Ah the passing of time. I am officially now on the wrong side of “mid-30’s”.
The day passed quietly. No-one at work knew it was my birthday which was just as well as the last thing I need is cake (if McG is reading this, this is a barefaced and brazen LIE and cake is NECESSARY indulgence. Pref chocolate with strawberries and, oh, I don’t know some dark chocolate granache. Not that I’m fussy). My body has not quite forgiven me an over-intake of felafels last night.
Came home to cards from neighbours, and pressies from family, most notably some v. cool novels and ipod accessories (I swear if McG pronounces it “ee-pod” one more time he will be most likely wearing my felafels). Was serenaded by one of our neighbours with his infant son’s red ukelele and to top it off, Scout sent me this email:
Dat. Dat! Alix!
Nan nan nan nan nan. Alix! Aix!
Dad-dy! Dad-dy! Dad-dy! Dad-dy! Ice. Ice. Eyes!
Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum mum. Aix!
Happy birthday mummy!!
Love from Scout
“I dunno. She said they were cherries.”
Drink a Slab Day
6 April 2007, 18:24
Easter has become 1) four days of non-stop drinking 2) four days of non-stop eating and 3) four days of fobbing off the child to papa. Hell, he’s had his trip to the States, it’s time for Payback.
Tucking into guilty hot-cross pleasures
Our neighbours have Drink a Slab Day every Good Friday, a day where the challenge is there – anyone who can Drink a Slab in one day, wins…. the honour of being able to drink a Slab in One Day. Ah, the messages we are sending our children.
The Clock has just chimed 5.30 and we are about to throw our caution to the concept, after having entertained McG’s brother, SIL and nephew Blake for the past 6 hours. I’ve imbibed one whole bottle of Sparkling Shiraz and grateful that I’m no longer breastfeeding. Or not, Scout could probably do with the uninterrupted sleep.
We are really going for Scout. She likes to p.a.h.t.a.y. Honestly, the girl is a machine – once the party starts and the 80’s music starts churning out of the stereo, she is one unstoppable midget.
Ah, Easter Fun. Bring it On.
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