So, when Zoe walks down the hallway (in front of Cole's room) she sounds like an elephant! How can something smaller than my left leg make such a raucous? Has someone been feeding her lead filled sandwiches? Putting sand bags in her nappies? Is she carrying a world on her shoulder?
I have now taught her to tip toe when she passes his door...
Hee hee.
Sleep baby sleep.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Zoe Chronicles - 2 and a half
Dear Zoe,
You are two and a half. And soooo much more mature than 2. You're a little girl and with this new maturity comes some pretty strong opinions and some pretty awesome meltdowns. Terrible twos? I don't think I'd call it that. Bad hair days? Maybe. Especially since I just cut your fringe and it's way too short. You look WAY younger than you are. You look about 18. 18 months that is. I'm surprised you weren't ID'd at kindy. But, at least this unsightly haircut coincided with my camera being in the shop. So, there won't be toooo much evidence of said unsightly haircut.
We've had a few rough mornings where you'll burst into tears when it's time for you to get dressed. And no amount of consoling seems to help. I even offer to let you run around half naked and that seems to spin you out even more. Which is surprising since running around the house slapping your belly has previously lead to hours of fun. But, there you have it. Unexplicable meltdowns. You are very lucky to have a mom like me. A patient mom. An understanding mom. Super mom. I'm pretty sure any other mom would be strapping you to the roof rack and going through a car wash. But, not me. Nope. Good thing Tolerant is my middle name.
Your eyes are changing color -- they're no longer blue blue, they are more a dark-blue-grey. I've heard that eyes can change color upto 4 years old, so hey, you could end up with red. Or purple! I'll keep you updated.
You will make a very good mom yourself. You are always putting your babies to sleep and when they cry (you will make the crying sound for them) you'll swiftly pick them up and pat their backs. Luckily, all your babies want to do is sleep (Lola and Dora). This is the key to parenting and sanity. Sleep. So, you must think this "mothering" thing is easy.
And, I must say, it's pretty easy to be your mommy,
You are two and a half. And soooo much more mature than 2. You're a little girl and with this new maturity comes some pretty strong opinions and some pretty awesome meltdowns. Terrible twos? I don't think I'd call it that. Bad hair days? Maybe. Especially since I just cut your fringe and it's way too short. You look WAY younger than you are. You look about 18. 18 months that is. I'm surprised you weren't ID'd at kindy. But, at least this unsightly haircut coincided with my camera being in the shop. So, there won't be toooo much evidence of said unsightly haircut.
We've had a few rough mornings where you'll burst into tears when it's time for you to get dressed. And no amount of consoling seems to help. I even offer to let you run around half naked and that seems to spin you out even more. Which is surprising since running around the house slapping your belly has previously lead to hours of fun. But, there you have it. Unexplicable meltdowns. You are very lucky to have a mom like me. A patient mom. An understanding mom. Super mom. I'm pretty sure any other mom would be strapping you to the roof rack and going through a car wash. But, not me. Nope. Good thing Tolerant is my middle name.
Your eyes are changing color -- they're no longer blue blue, they are more a dark-blue-grey. I've heard that eyes can change color upto 4 years old, so hey, you could end up with red. Or purple! I'll keep you updated.
You will make a very good mom yourself. You are always putting your babies to sleep and when they cry (you will make the crying sound for them) you'll swiftly pick them up and pat their backs. Luckily, all your babies want to do is sleep (Lola and Dora). This is the key to parenting and sanity. Sleep. So, you must think this "mothering" thing is easy.
And, I must say, it's pretty easy to be your mommy,
Smooch,
Mommy and Daddy
xo
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Mommy and Daddy
xo
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
What SAHMs Do...
So, I was sitting at a cafe and bakeshop, basking in the sun and enjoying my apple & raspberry muffin with Cole in the pram beside me (YES. This is what stay at home moms do all day everyday).
This lady parked her car in the intersection, hopped out and frantically starting asking where the pharmacy was between 7th and 8th Avenue in Maylands. Now, imagine Amy Winehouse with short hair, in about 40 years, after losing 20 kg, and with an Aussie accent. "I need to get there right away! Excuse me, where's the pharmacy between 7th and 8th avenue? It's urgent. Where's the pharmacy? I need to get there right away". I told her that there was a pharmacy on 8th Avenue, or that she should try Guildford Road -- there may be one between 7th and 8th Avenue. To which she retorted "I've tried Guildford Road. I need to get there right away. It's urgent. Maybe these ladies will know?". She asked a couple of ladies, she asked a male passer-by, she was stopping anyone and everyone. Did I mention that she parked her car IN THE intersection? Ok, so I said again, "I just live over the road and I know this area pretty well, I'm sure you'll want to try on Guildford just left there and right at the lights". She asked the boy on the bike. And, oddly enough, giving her the same info that I did, she believed him and sped off. Now, what was that? I tried to think why she would need a pharmacy, this pharmacy, so urgently. Was there a clearance sale of ritalin? Did they tell her that there was only one electric orange hair dye left and they were expecting a geriatric tour bus any minute? Were the trashy romance novels buy one get one free?? Did Michael Jackson's pharmacist move to Maylands and take on new red-haired-drag-makeup-oxycontin-addicted clients? I will never know.
Please please. If I ever look like a 60 year old Amy Winehouse, do something about it. You don't even have to be discreet about it. Just tell me that I'm looking very Amy-Winehouse-in-40-years-ish-with-Priscilla-Queen-facepaint and I think I'll get the point.
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This lady parked her car in the intersection, hopped out and frantically starting asking where the pharmacy was between 7th and 8th Avenue in Maylands. Now, imagine Amy Winehouse with short hair, in about 40 years, after losing 20 kg, and with an Aussie accent. "I need to get there right away! Excuse me, where's the pharmacy between 7th and 8th avenue? It's urgent. Where's the pharmacy? I need to get there right away". I told her that there was a pharmacy on 8th Avenue, or that she should try Guildford Road -- there may be one between 7th and 8th Avenue. To which she retorted "I've tried Guildford Road. I need to get there right away. It's urgent. Maybe these ladies will know?". She asked a couple of ladies, she asked a male passer-by, she was stopping anyone and everyone. Did I mention that she parked her car IN THE intersection? Ok, so I said again, "I just live over the road and I know this area pretty well, I'm sure you'll want to try on Guildford just left there and right at the lights". She asked the boy on the bike. And, oddly enough, giving her the same info that I did, she believed him and sped off. Now, what was that? I tried to think why she would need a pharmacy, this pharmacy, so urgently. Was there a clearance sale of ritalin? Did they tell her that there was only one electric orange hair dye left and they were expecting a geriatric tour bus any minute? Were the trashy romance novels buy one get one free?? Did Michael Jackson's pharmacist move to Maylands and take on new red-haired-drag-makeup-oxycontin-addicted clients? I will never know.
Please please. If I ever look like a 60 year old Amy Winehouse, do something about it. You don't even have to be discreet about it. Just tell me that I'm looking very Amy-Winehouse-in-40-years-ish-with-Priscilla-Queen-facepaint and I think I'll get the point.
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
And Then There Was Cole - Solids
So, Cole doesn't really like his solids.
This threw RJ and I since Zoe was a natural. She was like a little bird (except we didn't regurgitate into her mouth)... she'd open wide, eat the spoonful, open wide, repeat. It was a breeze. I used to wonder why other moms would get a huge spoonful and shove it into their babies' mouths. I now know why. The more you shove, the more likely some will go in. Simple maths, really. This solids thing is really messy. It's quite bizarre how something as small as Cole can make such a big mess. Rice cereal on the chair, on the counter, in the nappy, flung across to the living room, I honestly even found some at the front door. I guess Zoe and I had an "understanding" that I have failed to get across to Cole. Mommy doesn't like messes.
I guess he's getting better, I mean, it's been 3 days and he is just a baby. He doesn't gag as though he just ate dog poo anymore. That's obviously a step in the right direction.
Cole. Dude. Open wide, eat the spoonful, open wide, repeat.
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This threw RJ and I since Zoe was a natural. She was like a little bird (except we didn't regurgitate into her mouth)... she'd open wide, eat the spoonful, open wide, repeat. It was a breeze. I used to wonder why other moms would get a huge spoonful and shove it into their babies' mouths. I now know why. The more you shove, the more likely some will go in. Simple maths, really. This solids thing is really messy. It's quite bizarre how something as small as Cole can make such a big mess. Rice cereal on the chair, on the counter, in the nappy, flung across to the living room, I honestly even found some at the front door. I guess Zoe and I had an "understanding" that I have failed to get across to Cole. Mommy doesn't like messes.
I guess he's getting better, I mean, it's been 3 days and he is just a baby. He doesn't gag as though he just ate dog poo anymore. That's obviously a step in the right direction.
Cole. Dude. Open wide, eat the spoonful, open wide, repeat.
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