Thursday, April 28, 2011
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Is life. Is busy!
A quick report.
Ivy has been taking her cute pills. Four, I tell you, four is the greatest age. The tantrum count is very low. The conversation is fascinating. And the eccentric-o-meter is still spiking off the chart in the best of ways. Ivy can barely fit inside her bed with all the boxes of treasure she must store there. Jars of rocks. Handbags full of coins. Random collections of absurd curios.
We have been reading Little House on The Prairie and she has become obsessed with the notion of butchering a pig (sorry vegans.)
Ted's crazy two-year-oldness is receding, although he is still chucking some mammoth wobblies and waking us a lot at night with lunatic demands. Potty training is not progressing, despite the application of Wiggles underpants and dinosaur shaped wee-treats. Teddy, a constant chatterer, can verbally describe all elements of toileting and yet the practical apsects of the process are beyond him. Sporting his Wiggles underpants while the neighbours were over last weekend, he was heard to comment thoughtfully to himself 'My bum is doing something...' before a foul odour penetrated the gathering.
Unfortunately, a giant bag of hand-me-down toys yesterday contained some hidden bombs that resulted in Ted waving a giant Aussie flag and Ivy sporting pink plastic high heedls and clutching a sequinned Beanie Baby with the heart-warming legend SPOILED! across its plush, sequinned chest. Keith and I have called it Hot Mess. And Hot Mess will be disappeared.
Keith's work is going well, and soccer season has begun, so twice a week he limps painfully into the house before wrapping some part of his body in ice and announcing 'Life is fantastic!'
Plum is gestating away like a champion, rolling and kicking in the little jumping castle constantly. My 20-week scan went fine last week, and I'm feeling great, although still pretty tired. Spending two hours a night on the couch watching cooking programs and docos on IView while ingesting obscene amounts of Turkish Delight seems to be helping me through.
I am feeling very aware of our blessed time in the sun right now, with healthy children, a happy relationship and no significant troubles upon us. Friends and family very dear to us are struggling with sickness and worry. A thousand joys and a thousand sorrows, goes the Korean proverb on life. We are having our thousand joys, and others their sorrows. My heart goes out to them.