Invaded!
30 April 2006, 10:39
In the summer it was spiders - not the lethal kind, you understand - we gave those to Sydney back in ‘Nam. No, we get the dreaded White Tails, the ones that bite you and leave a flesh-eating bacteria in your skin. Or so the legend goes.
Husband told me that one day, while he was changing Scout, a White Tail careened a hair’s breath from her precious bottom cheeks. He didn’t tell me for ages as he knew I’d freak. I’m not arachnist or anything, but I hate White Tails. I saw about 6 in the house during summer. We did, however, manage to escape the wrath of everyone’s anitpodean nightmare - cockroaches (which won’t be killed by a fair slap of a shoe. I swear cockroaches are guarding the the gates of Hell), so I guess we got off pretty likely. Still…
Now the weather has turned cold, our house has turned into a veritable iceblock overnight. Last night, I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen (half asleep, mind) and a little furry mongrel skittered past me on the bench. A frikkin’ mouse. The first of the winter mice. Last winter we got rid of them with a mountain of rat sac, but now Scout’s around I’m a bit worried about having poisons lying around the house.
Anyone know of any good remedies that will, if not kill them (I know they’re “god’s creatures” and all, but I won’t have the rodents crawling over my daughter at night. Shudder.) then deter them from the house? They live behind the oven, I think, where it’s warm and toasty.
Permanent Link | Remedies? Good, Bad & Ugly considered... [8]3 month Birthday
28 April 2006, 11:12
Raspberry Swirl
Scout celebrated her 3-month birthday (last Saturday) with birthday cake, a few stouts and some Frangelico. Oh wait, no, that was me. Scout turned it on by rolling from her tummy to her back (complete with head thump on the rug). She did it twice that day, and hasn’t done it since. Not that she doesn’t try. She does some mini-pushups first, then lifts her back leg (a bit like a dog cocking it’s leg, ahem) then lets out the Battle Cry (last week it was “OI, OI, OOOOIIIIIIIII”). But alas, no further fruit on the rolling front and my little angel gets a wee bit frustrated.
She is now 6kgs, and above the 50th percentile for weight (i.e. about half the kids out there are heavier than her, so there must be some enormous little chubbas out there) and is 59 cms long, most of it leg (and belly). She takes after her mum (poor mite) - long legs and a stumpy torso.
Her head is also getting a little misshapen by her only wanting to put her head to the right side while sleeping. The other night we elevated her mattress on one side, hoping that she would face to turn left, but she only succeeded in falling down the mattress and hitting her head on the cradle bars (head still to the right!) so we just hope her head rights itself when she starts crawling. Which, judging by the strength of her legs, won’t be too far away…
Oh yes, I know, in her own time, in her own time.
Another year greyer...
20 April 2006, 10:41
Yep, it’s me birthday today. Had not such an auspicious start to the day… I have had some bad insomnia this past couple of nights - ironically nights where Scout has slept 9-10 hours. Spent from 1ish to 4.30 this morning in tears (but really trying to get to sleep as I was exhausted). Must trot off to GP for some chamomile tea…
Ah woe is frikkin’ me.
So am thoroughly bored at home - most friends have actual full-time jobs (what the???) so can’t catch up and best buddy has nasty spewy virus. Sigh. Will probably take the pram out for a stroll down Brunswick Street. Husband gave me awesome pressie - a shiatsu treatment and onsen bath at “Melbourne’s only Japanese BathHouse”, Ofuro ya to get me all natsukashii, like. Now the weather has turned a wee bit cold, I’d actually been craving an ofuro bath, nice and deep to melt away the grime of the day, so gift could not have come at better time. Husband is also cooking me fave dinner tonight - chicken katsu kare. Bring. It. On. He’s a clever boy, my Husband.
SS McG has been thoroughly entertaining of late, so I actually don’t mind just hanging out with her all day. She has started laughing (well, the occasional “tee hee”) and chatting up a storm. Unfortunately, she has been wanting to engage in aforementioned chats at 5.30 in the morning. The other night, we’d put her to bed after an early feed, the room was pitch black and we were about to nod off when we hear a hopeful “ahboooooo?” coming from the cradle. Give me strength.
I swear she said “Muummmmy” the other day, but it happened to be when she was screaming in pain (ate too much methinks - anyone who says you “can’t overfeed a breastfed baby” is a big LIAR) so maybe that won’t go into the annals of “firsts”, no sirree.
Oh good lordy, SS has drifted off to sleep - must squeeze in 45 minute catnap (you can set the clock by her).
Permanent Link | Comments [9]The Proof is in the Placenta
19 April 2006, 20:51
As if we needed more evidence that Tom Cruise is four cans short of a sixpack… he is, not only going to eat his daughter’s placenta, he is going to do it RIGHT THERE, assuming raw in the delivery suite. The man doesn’t even have the decency to wait til he can pop it on the BBQ and down a few tinnies…
Uh-huh. Someone pass me the tomato sauce…
Permanent Link | Comments [1]I've got my eye on you...
19 April 2006, 17:53
