Law and Order - Criminal Dreams

29 July 2006, 13:22

I had a dream last night that Vincent D’Onofrio was trying to kidnap Scout and tracking down everyone who had her, whacking them on the forehead with giant tennis balls ($%^!???).

It was the closest thing I’ve had to an anxiety dream since she was born. I think as a mum I’m really conscious of keeping her away from potential loonies, but Vincent D’Onofrio? Can’t quite figure that one…

Posted by Kinki on 29 July 2006, 13:22
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If a bear farts in the woods and nobody hears it...

26 July 2006, 10:18

Recently, Scout has started to draw her legs right up underneath her in a desperate attempt to crawl, but no banana, right (except for a mad 270 degree shuffle)? Well, yesterday I popped her on tummy on my pilates mat (it’s pink!) in the loungeroom and went to fix myself a coffee. When I returned 5 minutes later, she was under the couch. With her head poking out from it.

Saucy monkey hasn’t repeated this feat for my benefit, oh no. Just biding her time, biding her time…

Posted by Kinki on 26 July 2006, 10:18
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Enjoying a Brewsky

22 July 2006, 18:16


... at the Scenic Hotel in Adelaide.

Back in Melbourne this week after a long weekend in Adelaide. Of course, the Gastro Fairy followed us from Adelaide, where McG’s father was ill most of Saturday and Sunday. McG succumbed on Monday and I rode the porcelain bus Wednesday night and most of Thursday. And due to current planetary misfuckalignments, I was due a second girlie night out last night and nearly didn’t make it (again…).

Made a showing, though, and had a wee boogie to Afro Cuban band at the Night Cat. I am so grown up now. I realise how far in my past long heady, boozy nights spent chatting up nefarious-looking blokes with shaggy hair, thrift jeans with ciggie oozing delicately out of mouth (sometimes mine, sometimes their’s), are. Not that there’s anything wrong with all that. I’m just glad I am in the place I am now, to be frank. My meat market days are OH-VA. Oh yes. End of smugdom.

Posted by Kinki on 22 July 2006, 18:16
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Magic Milestones!

13 July 2006, 09:35

For those who may be remotely interested, and as I haven’t really written much about the extremely awesome little girl we have managed to produce (awwwww!) in spite of some of my own idiosyncratic flaws, here is the run-down of her magic milestones, plus a (rare) photo of her anticipatory runway antics in time for our Adelaide trip this weekend…

Week 5: First real smile
Week 6: First raspberry (“razz”)
Week 7: First “conversation” (“ahgoooo”, “yerrrrr”, “ahbooo”)
Week 12: First laugh & first sleeping through (i.e. no night feeds at all… and wasn’t that short-lived…)
Week 13: Follows a rattle with her eyes
Week 14 (3 months): First roll from tummy to back (not to be repeated for another month) and grabs hold of things quite well
Week 16: Moves head back and forth independently
Week 21: Pulls to standing position from sitting
Week 22: sits unsupported for about 20 seconds (very slumped, you couldn’t leave the room with her like that or she’d faceplant). Also does a version of commando crawling - can turn around 270 degrees but not actually go anywhere…
Week 23: Reaches out to grab her toys
Week 24: First aeroplane, apparently a precursor to crawling (?)

All of this has been dutifully recorded in the Baby Owner’s Maintenance Log . Every parent must have one…


Air Scout

Posted by Kinki on 13 July 2006, 09:35
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Disappointment. Not just a Cranberries song.

7 July 2006, 19:08

OK, so this is going to win me the title of Princess Whingealot but here goes.

I haven’t had a girl’s night out since Scout was born. In fact, I haven’t been out on the “piss” with the girls for 16 months being a teetotalling pregnant lass before that. I’m champing at the bit, so I organise a girlie’s night of wine and tapas in North Carlton. For tonight. I’m pumped. I can’t wait to sip on a Coonawarra Red and have unspeakably candid girlie chats.

So what does my body decide to do? It goes and gets a horrid spewy tummy bug. Hit at midnight last night and lasted all day. Mostly nausea but have heave-hoed a few times as well. Don’t know if it’s something I ate or a virus but I had to call the night off. Husband even had to take the morning off so he could look after Scout while I tried to sleep, having had basically zero sleep since midnight.

Sniff. Princess Whingealot’s whinge has ended. Goodnight.

Posted by Kinki on 7 July 2006, 19:08
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