Mum and I went to the hairdresser today. Her hair had been hanging in her eyes, so decided it was time for a quick trim. I sat in the pram, quite interested with all the goings on.
When mum was finished she noticed that my hair had been hanging in my eyes, so decided it was time for a quick trim. I sat on mum's lap, the hairdresser put a cape on me, which quickly found its way to my mouth! A couple of seconds later my fringe was a lot shorter.
All my hair growing effort has been at the front. All the other bits have stayed rather short. It's slowly getting darker, and I've still got my 'Friar Tuck' at the back. For th past month or so mum and dad have been combing my fringe over, parting it on the side, but it sometimes looked a bit too much like an old bloke's comb-over. And seeing I'm not yet six months, there's better ways to wear your hair!
Dad says that because it was just a bit off the fringe, it wasn't a proper haircut. More like a pre-haircut. A beta version!
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Get in my tummy!
I’ve developed a bit of a habit of needing to touch whatever the closest adult is holding.
If mum has it in her hand I want it in my mouth! Not all the time, sometimes it’s just enough for me to pat it with my hand. But I usually try to get it in my mouth.
Mum grabbed a can of deodorant, put it on the table, and the next thing it was in my mouth!
Fortunately the lid was on, or the fifth thing I would have ever tasted (behind milk, Mylanta, baby panadol, and the rotavirus vaccine) would have been rather yukky! Gosh, apart from the milk, that’s not a very yummy looking list at all is it?
It's not long until I'm going to start on solids. 'Solids' is a bit misleading. 'Mashed to kingdom come' is a bit closer to the mark. Mum told dad we'd probably start with more veggies than fruit, because she read once kiddies get a taste for sweet things they don't want anything else. But there's always exceptions to the rule, and most little people we've come across have quirky eating habits and tastes.
If mum has it in her hand I want it in my mouth! Not all the time, sometimes it’s just enough for me to pat it with my hand. But I usually try to get it in my mouth.
Mum grabbed a can of deodorant, put it on the table, and the next thing it was in my mouth!
Fortunately the lid was on, or the fifth thing I would have ever tasted (behind milk, Mylanta, baby panadol, and the rotavirus vaccine) would have been rather yukky! Gosh, apart from the milk, that’s not a very yummy looking list at all is it?
It's not long until I'm going to start on solids. 'Solids' is a bit misleading. 'Mashed to kingdom come' is a bit closer to the mark. Mum told dad we'd probably start with more veggies than fruit, because she read once kiddies get a taste for sweet things they don't want anything else. But there's always exceptions to the rule, and most little people we've come across have quirky eating habits and tastes.
Monday, 29 October 2007
A night out
Mum and dad went out for dinner tonight. A fancy dinner. Without me!
It's the first time they've had a dinner since I was born, and seeing it was mum's birthday, a fitting occassion to dump me with grandma and grandad and uncle Michael. 'Dump' really isn't the appropriate word, we all had a great time. Mum and dad had a good time too. They finished their meal quicker than they expected, and even though they had a chance to go for a nice stroll after their dinner, they both wanted to get back home to see me. How nice.
They had some birthday cake, and when no one was looking dad let me lean in and shove my hand in the icing! Mum quickly grabbed my hand before I could get it in my mouth, and she licked the chocolate icing off, much to my delight - I think it tickled!
It's the first time they've had a dinner since I was born, and seeing it was mum's birthday, a fitting occassion to dump me with grandma and grandad and uncle Michael. 'Dump' really isn't the appropriate word, we all had a great time. Mum and dad had a good time too. They finished their meal quicker than they expected, and even though they had a chance to go for a nice stroll after their dinner, they both wanted to get back home to see me. How nice.
They had some birthday cake, and when no one was looking dad let me lean in and shove my hand in the icing! Mum quickly grabbed my hand before I could get it in my mouth, and she licked the chocolate icing off, much to my delight - I think it tickled!
Sunday, 28 October 2007
How to impress mum and dad at church
New town. New church.
Apart from my very first trip, we've always been quite confortable as a family heading off to church. I've bee pretty relaxed, and apart from the odd well timed 'laaaaa', usually during a quiet prayer time, or just when the preacher pauses for dramatic effect, I've been a model citizen.
Today I gave the perfect example of how a baby should behave.
I was cute, quiet, and didn't get fidgity until the very end of the service.
Mum and dad were prepared. They did a 'rekky' - charting the best course from our seat (in the back corner) for the creche and figuring out where the closest exits were for a quick, and silent getaway. But we didn't need any of that. I actually fell asleep in mum's arms during the sermon. It's a habit mum and dad hope I keep up. Not sleeping in the sermon, but in mum's arms - especially without a feed-song-rocking-patting routine. Praise the Lord!
Apart from my very first trip, we've always been quite confortable as a family heading off to church. I've bee pretty relaxed, and apart from the odd well timed 'laaaaa', usually during a quiet prayer time, or just when the preacher pauses for dramatic effect, I've been a model citizen.
Today I gave the perfect example of how a baby should behave.
I was cute, quiet, and didn't get fidgity until the very end of the service.
Mum and dad were prepared. They did a 'rekky' - charting the best course from our seat (in the back corner) for the creche and figuring out where the closest exits were for a quick, and silent getaway. But we didn't need any of that. I actually fell asleep in mum's arms during the sermon. It's a habit mum and dad hope I keep up. Not sleeping in the sermon, but in mum's arms - especially without a feed-song-rocking-patting routine. Praise the Lord!
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Rumbly Butt and the clothesline adventure
I had a rumbly bottom today. I don’t know if it was something I ate. I mean, I only eat one thing. So maybe it was something mum ate! We haven’t had pizza for a while, I think we all know how that one went. But our diet hasn’t changed that much recently. After the first couple of farts dad laughed, but after a while, even he thought of fitting some sort of muffler to my nappy.
Sometimes they’re SBDs - but even then I can’t hide them, especially if someone’s holding me - a telltale noise from my duds will give the game away. And there’s no dog in our household to blame!
Mum made the 'mistake' of laughing a bit too much after I did one, and I seemed to cotton on, so the next time I let one rip I gave out a little laugh. That made her laugh even more. It's obviously a little dangerous to start laughing at things that aren't supposed to be funny but what kid (or adult, come on, admit it) hasn't laughed at a well timed blow-off.
But that wsn't the only thing I did today. Fortunately. I helped mum get the washing off the clothesline this afternoon. I’d never seen a clothesline before. In the old house we had little drying racks in the garage, so this was a special occasion. Mum would unpeg the dry clothes and I would hang over her shoulder grabbing and slobbering on the clothes still on the line! So now our clothes come with a ready made wet patch!
Sometimes they’re SBDs - but even then I can’t hide them, especially if someone’s holding me - a telltale noise from my duds will give the game away. And there’s no dog in our household to blame!
Mum made the 'mistake' of laughing a bit too much after I did one, and I seemed to cotton on, so the next time I let one rip I gave out a little laugh. That made her laugh even more. It's obviously a little dangerous to start laughing at things that aren't supposed to be funny but what kid (or adult, come on, admit it) hasn't laughed at a well timed blow-off.
But that wsn't the only thing I did today. Fortunately. I helped mum get the washing off the clothesline this afternoon. I’d never seen a clothesline before. In the old house we had little drying racks in the garage, so this was a special occasion. Mum would unpeg the dry clothes and I would hang over her shoulder grabbing and slobbering on the clothes still on the line! So now our clothes come with a ready made wet patch!
Friday, 26 October 2007
Happy Mexicans
Mum and I did a bit of unpacking while dad was at work, but when he got home he and I had a grand time laughing and playing. I found his ‘one man Mexican wave’ hilarious. I’m laughing a lot more than I used to, and mum says it’s lovely to hear her ‘two boys’ chatting and laughing and playing.
I also discovered more wonders at bathtime. Ever since we gave back the borrowed baby bath stand I've been having showers with mum. And as exciting as they are, we're not really sure how clean I was getting, because nobody around here wanted to lather up a baby with soap. Especially a squirmy baby. So we decided to put my blue bath in the big bath and give it a go. Mum had to hold me in a different way, but I loved it. I discovered what my restless legs can do in the water. Splash! Water went everywhere, and we all had a good laugh.
I also discovered more wonders at bathtime. Ever since we gave back the borrowed baby bath stand I've been having showers with mum. And as exciting as they are, we're not really sure how clean I was getting, because nobody around here wanted to lather up a baby with soap. Especially a squirmy baby. So we decided to put my blue bath in the big bath and give it a go. Mum had to hold me in a different way, but I loved it. I discovered what my restless legs can do in the water. Splash! Water went everywhere, and we all had a good laugh.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Bye bye house
When we finally got the house completely empty and cleaned, and the cars fully loaded, we drove out the driveway for the last time.
The only house I’ve ever lived in. Not that I seemed too sad.
We didn’t get far. I needed a feed. So we had a quick roadside stop. We got on the road but didn’t get far. Again. The little car overheated. I was sleeping by that time, so as mum and dad had all sorts of excitement with fountains of coolant flowing out of radiators, and lost radiator caps, I slept in the other car.
We finally made it back on the road a couple of hours after we should have, and after one extra food stop (for me) our little convoy finally made it to grandma and grandad's place for a feed (for mum and dad) and a good night's sleep.
The only house I’ve ever lived in. Not that I seemed too sad.
We didn’t get far. I needed a feed. So we had a quick roadside stop. We got on the road but didn’t get far. Again. The little car overheated. I was sleeping by that time, so as mum and dad had all sorts of excitement with fountains of coolant flowing out of radiators, and lost radiator caps, I slept in the other car.
We finally made it back on the road a couple of hours after we should have, and after one extra food stop (for me) our little convoy finally made it to grandma and grandad's place for a feed (for mum and dad) and a good night's sleep.
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