Tuesday, August 28, 2007

poo bum dicky wee wee

This week the Premiers office has been caught making a Wikipedia entry stating simply 'poo bum dicky wee wee'. Generally people scoffed...but it made me miss working in an office. Some standout good times:

1. The April Fools day at Family Planning when the whole team emailed the boss requesting maternity leave.

2. The Dr Phil website we found at AQA containing soundbites you could play over the phone. We spent all afternoon ringing everybody we knew and playing Dr Phil on the speaker: 'I want you to get serious about your life!'and 'Stop talking -and start living!' Most just acted confused but Dad said 'Listen, mate, I'm giving you three seconds to state your business and then I'm hanging up'.

3. The time at AQA when Dim and I told our workmate that a doctor was coming in to test our spines the next morning and that she should wear her swimming costume under her clothes to work. (She did).

News from the ranch: Ivy is all well, but very clingy - weaning is finished and she is not happy. Theres a lot of crying and pulling at my top dejectedly (and thats just Keith). After having successfully removed the dummy from her life, its back -and what a passionate affair Ivy is having with it. She wails without it, looks desperately for it, and sucks on it like a cold beer on a summers day (or a warm boob in the springtime).

Other than that she's in great form - eating, eating, eating. She's a slow-chewing gourmet like her Aunty Sam, preferring a selection of things laid out on her tray. She thoughtfully picks amongst them.'I think I'll start with the prune here...followed by that lovely bit of watermelon - no, don't like it, drop that out of my mouth now - I've just seen a lovely little vegimite sandwich to suck on...and perhaps a little cheese - oh joy! I've found an old bit of banana down the side here, nice and ripe...now to finish, I'll suck on this old BiLo docket I've hidden down my sleeve...'

We've been crafty in all this rain. I've been sewing bags and a dress for Ivy and Keith has put up his bookshelves. (The camera is busted but I'l add a picture soon). The sun burst out and inspired a frenzied attack on the vege garden. Eggplants, beans and tomatoes in; carrots and snow peas all finished. We even planted two apple trees - a new pink lady that fruits in warmer areas and another one to pollinate it.

Fake Fathers Day coming up this week (Keith is off to Milan for a conference this weekend and will be gone for 2 weeks). We'll miss him so much.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

the discovery channel




Rain, rain, rain. Its hammering down like a donkeys overbite.

Ivy is much better. Crawling around the place like Baby GI Jane on a mission, discovering drawers to open, cords to pull, piles to topple and all manner of things to eat. The recycling bin is popular, and so are books and magazines - she's recently figured out how to turn pages and now can sit studiously for ages reading. She's also started clapping, and spends a lot of time saying 'Bwah!', with a snorty, dramatic sigh.

Today Keith is planning to finish the bookshelves he's building for the kitchen and go for a surf in the rain. He says he doesn't mind if he gets wet. (He can sit on his board and relive the dream he had last night in which he was Art Garfunkels new keyboard player). I'm going to make some bread, read my Salinger bio and and sort out some house stuff. Other jobs on the list - the toilet, the greywater filter, the gutters - are shelved because of the rain. Forced into a lazy Sunday...at least, as lazy as we can manage with our tiny commando.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

ivys first hospital run



Poor small Buttons developed croup this week. We've made the dash up to the hospital twice after she's been struggling to breathe and barking hard. Of course, like calling the NRMA to find your car starts when they get there, once at the hospital she'd perk right up and smile happily. Theres not been a lot of sleeping round this joint but last night she had a good night and seems to be breathing much easier today - lots of rugged-up indoor fun on the cards.

They gave her a dose of steroids on Saturday night - on Sunday she started to crawl! Whether it was the performance enhancing drugs or not, we're very proud. (Just hoping that now she doesn't develop a beard or fly into an irrational rage if her pears take too long).

The crawl is great. Its sort of a bum-shuffle with a spare leg trapped underneath that she stops and gazes at in puzzlement. She goes forward on the bum, one leg in front, then stops and hoiks the other leg around. Sam calls it the beggars shuffle. Maybe we can build her a little wagon and put her on the driveway - she can bring in a little extra cash.

In sports news, spectators may snap their protracters in half today as the Nerds FC tournament heads towards its thrilling climax. Today the engineers play Chemistry. Keiths team beat them last time they met - and Keith scored the winning goal. Next week is the semi against Physics - results later. Hang onto your retractable pencils.

I am writing an article on mothers groups, planting tomatoes and sewing frills from a pair of undies that will never fit me again onto some pants of Ivys. Oh, and trying to baby-proof the house from a small, curious one now on the move. Bobby pins, fluff, dead flies - Ivys world has suddenly opened wide.

Friday, August 10, 2007

ten things to love about ivy




1. When she tries to eat both her socks at once and falls over backwards
2. When you make a 'brrmm brmmm noise' and she answers back
3. How she loves to dance in front of the mirror
4. Her inexplicable fear of beards and love of tongues
5. The autistic arm-flap that means she is happy
6. The little curly ear-bobs she is growing, like a tiny blonde Orthodox Jew
7. Her wails of laughter when she sees mum or dad with anything in their mouth
8. Her unrestrained joy at seeing other babies - even photographs of them
9. The million-dollar smile she gives in the morning when you appear to get her out of bed
10. Those fat little legs.

Friday, August 3, 2007

happy birthday big daddy

Keith's birthday today - he's just turned 36 too, so he's no longer my toyboy. He's watching the footy with Ivy Cakes. She's in a great mood as you will see in the attached footage....but not all has been so chirpy today.

We got home from Canberra late last night, so we're a bit tired, and something is out of kilter in our universe. Keith is in the middle of a messy paper, theres no food in the house, or nappies, or clean clothes, so I was harried-housewife, and things kept going wrong. Ants invaded the kitchen. A glass teapot threw itself off the shelf and smashed all through the stove. Ivy had the worst case of creeping-poo I've ever seen - right up the back, through the singlet. Had to put her in the bath to clean her up, where she she decided it was a good time to try and crawl, and face-planted into the deep end. Much choking and panic followed. (Although at least I didn't have to pry a dead fly out of her mouth like last week). Lamb chops for dinner,though, and new West Wings to watch, and plans to visit both grandmas on the weekend, so hopefully things will pick up.

Love you Keith, you naughty buttons.


Thursday, August 2, 2007

getting smashed in Canberra

Quiet, sleepy Canberra...(except for the porn industry and the pot laws).

Naughty vandals on a rampage through the quiet streets of Belconnen smashed 5 windscreens and then set a car on fire. Unfortunately for us we got a brick thrugh the back window. We were inside at the time, having a steamboat for dinner with Alan and Fun-Yi.

All is fine. The rage inside me that rose up when I saw the shattered glass frosting on the baby seat has subsided. The windscreen man has come and fixed us up. The cash we saved buying a reconditioned fridge instead of a spanky new number is gone, but we are all OK.

Home to our little place tonight - where we don't need to lock the car because vandals wouldn't find the house in the first place.