Tuesday, March 25, 2008

buttons gets upright

We've been teaching Ivy some sign language and it's backfiring slightly. Either she's been chronically underfed or desperate to communicate because since she learned how to sign 'food' she's been at it constantly. From the moment of waking -'Food?', in the bath -'Food?, in the car - 'Food?', having her nappy changed -'Food? Food?'. Meanwhile, when she does eat she has a joyful new habit of throwing everything at high speed into all corners of the room, including handfuls of yoghurt and full cups of milk.

Otherwise, we're lurgy-struck again, with hacking coughs and streamy noses. Keith is all tucked in and Ivy sounds like a 2-stroke engine. I'll be so glad when we're over this phase. Banana is all well though, kicking away in the happy knowledge that in his quest to build brain-stem and form a pointless appendix he is stealing all of Mummy's mojo. Start as you mean to go on, my little friend.

We had a great run down to Kangaroo Valley for a friends wedding last weekend. It was beautiful; on a little island on their property. Ivy had a great time crawling after the bigger kids and getting her white stockings well muddied up. Shame I forgot the camera, and then made a nong of myself at the end of the night. Having squeezed my 5-months-pregnant belly into a little black dress and stockings I was desperate to get back into my trackie dacks before driving a drunken Keith 2 hours home. Back at the empty car-park paddock in the near-dark I peeled all my gear off at the boot until I was only wearing a little pashmina round my shoulders. 'How funny if somebody came out now...Woo-hoo!' I said to Keith, lifting up the pashmina and doing an little shimmy. 'Somebody behind you Rach', commented Keith mildly, as a stranger walking by said 'Woo-hoo...' in the awkward pause that followed.

Ah well.

Here is Ivy practicing her new walk, where she looks a but like Frankenstein, only drunk.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

nanna wishes to point out that ivy is not being raised by wolves

Mum is worried that this blog is giving the impression that keith and I are raising Ivy as some kind of savage. She would like me to confirm that the gastro bug originated at a party where half the guests got sick, and not from our guzzling at the tap of the e.Coli tank. Also that the composting dunny didn't actually overflow, and it's much more like a real toilet than, say, a long-drop over the compost bin.

I will add that it's only on the first Tuesday of the month that we sacrifice a goat for Satan, and Naked Thursday is just something that we share with the neighbours. It brings us together, and Keith enjoys the volleyball.

PS - Ivy is walking! When I capture it on film I'll post a video.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

february report

February has taken its toll on Clan Mogantosh and the blog has been a casualty. We've passed a series of illnesses back and forth, including a horrible gastro bug that left me wretched on the lounge while Ivy laughed and mimicked my vomiting noises. If I was a horse they would have shot me.

Keith went under with a bad flu and treated it in his own way, as much of his life. His recuperative technique involves tucking in every piece of his clothing into another one and cooking in his own bacterial casserole.

One day he was on the front steps watching Ivy just inside the door, depeleted of life-force and wierdly lying prone up the stairs, wearing one black furry sock and one white, tucked into his badly-patched tracksuit pants, which were pulled high and tucked into his t-shirt (which read 'I do what the voices tell me'.) He hadn't had a shower for three days and his hair was Brett Whiteley-esque. Plus he had the crazy eyes of the flu-ridden. It was a bad time for a lost driver to ask for directions. He probably already thought he had stumbled on a Deliverance-style cult-nest in the bush, and couldn't quite escape quick enough.

We are now almost entirely better, and Keith has untucked himself. Ivy is very well although still getting around with the swinging gait of a small ape. We hope she'll walk by high school. I'm teaching her some sign language and she's getting a few signs already - I think it will help her with her frustrated attempts to communicate and Keith and I are desperate to end her habit of pointing in the general distance and whining like a dog.

Banana is well too. Just over four months cooking time now and bigger than an avocado. I have found a local osteo to look after my back and started pregnancy yoga classes, so things are really moving along.

Otherwise we've been bad hippies really. The vege garden has disintegrated into a jungle of weeds with some hidden capsicum and tomatoes, the water tanks have E.coli and the composting dunny nearly overflowed last week.

Here is a video of Ivy with her fave new gadget from the toy library. Hope all of you are well and happy as we are, when not vomiting and shitting uncontrollably.