Archives for the month of: January, 2013

Today, we went to Mornington Market. For you, the treat was the animal farm. Your favourite is the chicken, when it moves, but you feel pretty cool patting the cow too. There’s not an ounce of hesitation or fear when you come across animals – it’s just a matter of whether they are interesting enough to capture you for more than a moment.

chasing chickens

chasing chickens

little calf

little calf

let me in!

let me in!

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winding winding

you love our bathroom: for the winding window; the view of Maggie outside; for the treasure-filled drawers; and for the water play.

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Before we went to town to visit Grandma, there was a quick walk in the forest.

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Today we met Deb and Levi down the beach for a swim and play. Levi is so sweet with you, and loves his little baby Skipper.

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A favourite ‘compromise’ activity for you when I’ve locked the door so you can’t go exploring outside is the rocking horse, just one of your many ways to “wobble, wobble, wobble”. (I really should video you saying this, I love it)

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(Feeling a little bit pleased with yourself)

Naturally, the day following our delivery of water, we had 9.5ml of rain. All good. A chance to play (read: practice walking) in Isaac’s gumboots.

dadda in car

dadda in car


That night, you had trouble sleeping and were up wandering the lounge, waiting for Dad to come home. You said your first sentence, when we were having a little conversation about where Dad was and where Maggie was. “Dadda in car”. (Incidentally, your first ‘word’ was Maggie, back when you were around 8-9 months)

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water delivery

a big big truck with lots of wheels and a humming pump. Boy heaven.

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That bottom.

This is what mornings look like, these days. After your nap and my coffee.

You waving a stick in Maggie’s face till she chases you. You grabbing her fur as she runs by for a quick ‘ride’. Your squeals of delight.

this is love.

i wish I could say this was my bicycle you wanted to ride.

i wish I could say this was my bicycle you wanted to ride.

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A whiney afternoon, hot and bothered all round, so we headed to the beach for a late swim. Good thing too, I nearly forgot it was James’ birthday gathering at Shoreham.

Arriving, I was fussing around trying to get a shot without taking phone to sand and water. You two were awesome, staying off the road, but both VERY VERY curious about all the people over the other side.

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I wish I had the camera while with the birthday group. I was so proud if you both, social, happy, fun but well behaved (lots if swimming before and between may have helped). It was lovely.

And finally, I hadn’t brought a drink down with us so you walked around the car drinking for a good five minutes.

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You are laughing hysterically a LOT these days. Hysterical as in hysteria… on the verge of losing it. In fact, you do lose it quite often, switching very quickly between laughter and tears, anger and love. It seems you FEEL very strongly, these days. ‘They say’ there’s much going on right now with earth’s energies and people’s’ energies, evolution and whatnot. I’m a bit of a hippy in that I pay attention to that stuff. Anyway, we are making sure to hold you lots and keep on loving you out loud.
The main consequence is that although you are irresistibly drawn to and adore Maggie, you also turn on her in a second, pulling her hair, pinching her shorn stomach, pulling on her jowls, kicking her… all this violence amongst the most scrumptious hugs and kisses and trying to ride on her back.
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plinky plonky

plinky plonky

what were we thinking, wearing clothes to the beach!

what were we thinking, wearing clothes to the beach!

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It’s stinking hot outside. We were down the beach swimming at 8am. At a loss for in-house entertainment, your Dad ran us a day bath. Fun, cooling, and it gave him the chance to take you downstairs with a bottle of milk for a further attempt of putting you to sleep without my boobs. No such luck, but it was worth a try 🙂