Monday, July 30, 2012

Bath-time amusement park

Bath-time is meant to be part of the wind-down nighttime routine. Something calming, relaxing, soothing. Not for this little cannonball. He's discovered he can propel himself to the bottom of the tub, flip over and then launch himself back in the other direction. He's a splashing fiend and ends up covering himself, me and most of the bathroom in bubbles.

But he's clean. He's happy. Most importantly, he'll still go to bed an hour later.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

New songs on a Saturday morning (461-470)

As part of my ongoing effort to improve the range of my cultural consumption, I'm casting out for new things to listen to. Part one and an explanation of this musical escapade can be found here. You'll need to search for the rest yourselves.

461. Van She - 'Jamaica' - there seemed to be so much eighties sound on Rage this morning.
462. Anna Lunoe & Flume - 'I Met You' - Makes me think it's probably worth hunting down non-Flume songs.
463. Anna Lunoe - 'Love Ting' - okay, no, turns out I was wrong. Nothing here I like at all.
464. Metric - 'Youth without Youth' - meh. 
465. Matt and Kim - 'Daylight' - oh, so much better. Was a bit worried for a minute there.
466. Matt and Kim - 'Cameras' - Love the pared back electronic style. Funny clip.
467. Matt and Kim - 'Yea Yeah' - My favourite so far. Perfect. Cheery. Simple. Nuanced.
468. Aloe Blacc - 'If I' - Yeeeessss! A little Bill Withers going on. 

469. Aloe Blacc - 'I Need a Dollar' - Loving this guy's voice when he does this kinda song. 
470. Aloe Blacc - 'Tonight Downtown'.

Friday, July 27, 2012

And so it begins

Note how very delicately he's pulled Neil Diamond's Hot August Nights from the stack. He's also obsessed with Lovely Husband's wastepaper basket under his desk.


Little Loves

In the spirit of Inked in Colour's Little Loves, we've had some favourites in our house this week.

1. We have several pairs of Babylegs leg warmers and they're starting to get a workout now that Dear Boy is more mobile and it's quite cold. Rather than hampering his movement with onesies or bulky pants, I can put him in a long-sleeved bodysuit and let him rock a pair of these suckers. We have these awesome guitar pair as well as black with coloured stripes, dinosaurs and a lovely green striped pair.

2. I picked up this Little Tikes noisy hammer on sale at Toys R Us, thinking it might distract him for a little while but it's been one of his go-to toys this week. It's amazing watching him shake and bash it to get the sounds to play and the lights to flash. It seems to have really developed his idea of cause and effect - that he can make something happen - more than any other toy we've come across so far.

3. Sandra Boyton is always a winner in our house but these two books are this week's bedtime stories because they have a lot of animal noises. My rhinoceros snort and snuff needs some work but I'm now multi-lingual in 'dog'.

4. Hello protein and hello sleeping through the night for the first time in many, many weeks. Dear Boy loves this Greek-style natural yoghurt. I was expecting a screwed up face the first time he tried but it seemed more like a revelation to him. He'll now gulp down whole pots of this by itself or mixed with a little mashed banana or pureed apple.

Tights of winter

There's really no way to take a flattering picture of one's legs by one's self.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Cooking with Chocolate

Lovely Husband made stew last night, stew with beef and beer and orange juice and chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. This is the bottom of the stew-pot after we all went back for seconds but the picture really doesn't do justice to the glossy brown colour or the melody of flavours or the heady, heady scent in my kitchen.

Lovely Husband has taken up the responsibility for almost all of the cooking since Dear Boy was born, because from 4 until 7pm, I'm flat out and from 7pm, I'm usually zonked. Perhaps it's my organisational skills, and I know I should really be more fluid about our family life, but Dear Boy just seems to do well on the routine we have.

  • 4-5:30pm: Dear Boy and I stroll and sometimes he snoozes... or we hang out at home and he requires some intensive parenting during this time... or sometimes he snoozes. But he if sleeps after 5pm, it's game-on for crabby boy when we try and put him down later.
  • 5:30pm: Dear Boy's dinner while I try and clean and clear the kitchen. He starts with a Vegemite toast appetizer then moves onto rice cereal, veggie mash and fruit mush.
  • 6pm: Bath-time, where Dear Boy has discovered splashing and sliding around the tub cracks him up.
  • 6:25pm: Five minutes of telly, while I wrestle Dear Boy into his pajamas and sleeping bag. His little face lights up when he hears Jimmy Giggle's voice. 
  • 6:30pm: Reading stories, laying side by side on the playmat.
  • 6:45pm: Last bottle of the day
  • 7pm: Dear Boy to bed.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Walk of Ideas

Work is taking up quite a bit of my time, peppered in between looking after that glorious Dear Boy of mine. But this caught my imagination today: a series of sculptures in central Berlin, commemorating good ideas. Thank goodness modern publishing is in there. Not so sure about the football boots.

*All images are from the walk of ideas wikipedia page.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

New Songs on a Saturday Morning (451-460)

As part of my ongoing effort to improve the range of my cultural consumption, I'm casting out for new things to listen to. Part one and an explanation of this musical escapade can be found here. You'll need to search for the rest yourselves.

451. Clare Bowditch - 'You Make Me Happy' - Her voice is amazing no matter what she does with it but this film clip isn't great.
452. Sophie Koh - 'I Understand'.

453. Xavier Rudd - 'Bow Down' - Man gets a little preachy preachy about the earth but love his didge-laden tunes.
454. Xavier Rudd - 'Follow the Sun'.
455 - Coldplay feat. Rihanna - 'Princess of China' - I'm starting to like Rihanna less and less but Coldplay more and more.
456. B.o.B feat. Taylor Swift - 'Both of Us'.
457. Mia Dyson - 'When the Moment Comes' - Her voice makes me think of the early 90s, of Melissa Etheridge and KD Lang and Sheryl Crow... and all those other women that rocked around then.
458. San Cisco - Rocket Ship - weird but I like it. Love thepicture of Bon Scott painted into the underpass.
459. Lana Del Tay - 'National Anthem' - Another of Lovely Husband's lovely lady voices.
460. Walk the Moon - 'Anna Sun'.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

New Songs on a Saturday Morning (441-450)

As part of my ongoing effort to improve the range of my cultural consumption, I'm casting out for new things to listen to. Part one and an explanation of this musical escapade can be found here. You'll need to search for the rest yourselves.

441. The East Journey - 'Songs of the Arnhem Land' - Such a great, cheery way to start the weekend after stumbling out of bed, still bleary eyed from a dreadful night with Dear Boy. Great sound.
442. The East Journey - 'Ngarrpiya' - Lovely. Just lovely.
443. Tim Hart - 'Architects' - Great tune, loving the acoustic finger picking. (Not to be confused with Tim Hart of Steeleye Span and an electric folk founder who died in 2009).
444. Tim Hart - 'A Number of Us'. 
445. Keith Urban - 'For You' - I am not a country fan. But I think half of Australia finally saw some of what Nicole Kidman does after watching him on The Voice. His sweet heart, when he can't stop himself from moving to the music, his gentle advice, the tone of his voice, and... okay, the glorious guitar playing hands and that shoulder thing when he's playing and even when he pretends to play. It's watchable. Infinitely watchable.
446. Keith Urban - 'Long, Hot Summer' - I'm still finding it odd to hear the strong American singing accent after hearing his QLD-boy speaking voice.
447. Karise Eden - 'You Won't Let Me' - The winner of The Voice for a reason. Janis Joplin comparisons inevitable.
448. The Bamboos feat. Daniel Merriweather - 'I Never'.
449. Impossible Odds feat. Georgia Corowa- 'Everything' - Australian hip-hop still cracks me up, but this is great. Corowa's especially divine.
450. Washington - 'How to Tame Lions' - Love this lady. So... so... hmmm... just so, I guess.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Bonjour Sophie

Meet Sophie Le Giraffe.

I held out as long as I could.

But my boy is chomping on all and sundry and seems particularly taken with rubber. When we visit other people's houses, he always seems to end up with the Sophie jammed in his mouth, squeaking with every mash of his jaws. But Sophie doesn't come cheap. I think we spent more on this toy than just about everything else that doesn't come with batteries.

After a week of grizzling and briefly chomping on anything he could put in his mouth, I caved and headed to my nearest Toys R Us.

Sophie is serious rubber. And she has plenty of room for a chubbsy fist to get a good grip. And lots of different limbs and nubs to jam into a tiny little mouth.

Bienvenue, Sophie le Giraffe, bienvenue.

Happy little vegemite

Something New: Bubbles

Thursday, July 5, 2012

52 Poems (week 46)

Sarah Kay's spoken word poem during her TED talk is full of promise. The idea of a future daughter glows brightly, washed with her own experience in the world of mothers and daughters and men and women. It's a poem I'd buy for a friend who knew she was having a girl, along with a copy of Gaiman's Blueberry Girl.

The full TED talk is in the video below. 'B' or 'If I had a daughter' is first and, if you make it to the end, there's another called 'Hiroshima'.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Hello childcare; goodbye SAHM

It begins tomorrow. Dear Boy's bags, clothes, bottles, toys, towels and bits and pieces are labelled and ready to go. I spent an hour trying to find a sunhat for him today. In the middle of winter. One store had them but only for 1-3 year olds - and as big as my boy is, his head isn't that big yet. His clothes are laid out and there are spares packed. I've typed up a list of the foods he's tried and packed a new tin of formula.

He's off to childcare tomorrow for the first time. We're easing in this week, easing us both in, with half days.

I feel much more confident about leaving him after meeting one of his carers two weeks ago. R was lovely, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a baby crawling over her lap and another kicking his legs in the air beside her. I also felt good knowing the staff-to-children ratios in the nursery were so good. I think the regulatory max is 4-1, but here it was 3-1. More time for my boy to bat his lashes for cuddles and to have his cheeks smoodged by all and sundry (those cheeks are highly smoodgeable).

So tomorrow morning, we'll go and hang his bag on his peg, put his bits in his cubby-hole and his bottles in the fridge, and lay him in someone else's arms and walk away. Okay, maybe we'll stick around for a little while for his first time, play with him on the floor or even put him to bed in the unfamiliar cot room. I'm still just a little nervous about it all.

I'm going to try not to take it all out on the IT guy I'm meeting at work at 10.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Dear Boy (6 months)

Dear Boy,

You are six months old today. And boy, my boy, you are a charmer. After strangers have remarked on your size and the rolls of your chubbsy thighs, they exclaim over your cuteness, your dark eyes, your cheeky smile, your sunny, laidback nature. Yes, you're a shrieker and can grizzle with the best of them when you're tired, but you're such a lovely, lovely boy.

You're slowly munching your way through the fruit and vegie section of the supermarket. In the fridge at the moment we have an orange mash (with potato, sweet potato, pumpkin and carrots) and a green mush (with spinach, broccoli, peas, zucchini and apple). You're still having a love affair with your Bellamy's rice cereal (which I swear tastes like custard) but you're also mixing it up with baby porridge, rusks and toast. I think there's cheese in your near future, Dear Boy. We're just not all together sure what to do with it.

You are sitting (very briefly) although you love the view of the world from an upright position. You certainly look different when you sit - I call you my vertical boy, because your face changes from the horizontal one I'm used to. You seem different, older but less sure of yourself. That's probably just the wobbles though.

Today, on your half birthday, you rolled a few times from your back to your front. I've been a bit worried that you weren't mastering this one, that you don't seem any closer to rolling across distances or crawling, but you'll get there. I'm sure all the big boys have the same trouble shifting their weight around to begin with. You started doing your new rolling trick after a game of Mama Mountineering, where you wriggle and smoodge and flop and pretzel your way around my lap, my shoulder, in and out of my arms. So I lay you down on a mountain of cushions on the floor and let you have at it. If your head is slightly elevated you can flip yourself over no worries. It may take a little longer on the flat floor but I can wait. There's plenty of time, my Dear Boy.

So don't rush to grow up so fast. I can't believe you're halfway to a year old.

Love, as always,

Your Mum.


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