Month: October 2005

The Baby Bunch

Here’s the story
Of a lovely lady, who was living with two very lovely girlsandagorgeousboyandtheProf
She had four others,
Living all together
Yet she blogged all a-lone.

Here’s the story
Of another lovely lady, who was living with three boys of her ownincludingChef
All of them had hair of brown,
Like each other
And she blogged a-lone too.

Til the one day when the lady emailed and SMSed the lady
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch
That these troupes, should somehow feed a blo-og
A blog for all of us…

Yeah, yeah, I know it’s awful, but it gives a little sense of the joy of the dag that got us going here at Glamorouse.

Now, for those who have asked, Glamorouse Kim and baby Jasper are back home with Kim’s original three blokes and I spoke to them yesterday and yes, he is a perfect child who sleeps when he ought and eats when he should AND as a bonus, has feet small enough to fit properly into a Bonds sleepsuit.

The Bonds sleepsuit part may mean nothing to you unless you live in Australia, but “iconic baby product” sounds so impersonal, doesn’t it?

So we will see the lovely Jasper soon – and if Glamorouse Kim doesn’t manage to connet the dots well enough to get pics up herself,then Glamorouse Bec must visit and take the pics and do the posting, possibly from Glamorouse Kim’s dictation in the comfort of her own home!

A final note tonight, and probably worth of a separate post for ego’s sake alone, is a quick mention of the name Glamorouse.

This Is Not A Mis-Spelling Of Glamorous.

Thinking about putting to Kim the retro Glam-O-Rouse option, only because I am a Spelling Queen Bee and have an itch I can’t scratch over the possible perception out there that we just added an e by mistake, and not because of the play on ‘rouse’ and ‘rousing’.

Question: gentle reader, should I put it to Glamorouse Kim that she become Glam-O-Rouse Kim or just deal with my spelling/punning phobia in private?

mtc
Bec

Jasper Andrew is here

Born 7.01pm
19 October 2005
9 pounds 7 ounces
4.275 kilograms
53.5 centimetres long

We already love him, even though we have not met him.

Kim is, of course, a star and a gift to motherhood.

mtc
Bec

Further update on the world of superheros and the like

(the next chapter after revealing where Transformers live)
Felix: Mum, I know how people become superheroes
Me: Really? How?
Felix: A B.I.G. astroid flies down and hits the people and they draw all their power from it and get super powers.
Me: Well, that makes sense.
Felix: Yeah, and there’s different colours too – so some get blue powers, some get red, and yellow, and green…

This followed a conversation where he informed me he wished he was Kody, a boy in his class who is gifted and talented (and no, not a diagnosed by pushy parents or gloating grandparents, just an extremely bright little button who was doing his 5 times tables at the beginning of the year – that is, the beginning of Kindergarten. At age 5.). When I asked why Felix said, “because he’s really smart and knows what 10 plus 10 equals”. I’m not sure I handled the rest of the conversation at all well, just reminding me of my own mother consoling me when I cried I wasn’t as smart, funny, fast or pretty as every.other.single.person.in.the.universe.

I said to him that when I was at school I used to get really anxious and worried because it seemed everyone else was better at stuff than me* – and that it took a long time for me to realise that whether I came first, finished first or got the top mark wasn’t what was important. What mattered was enjoying and being part of the the process of learning, about having fun learning all the new stuff and not worrying about how good at it all I will be, then I found all these things I could do and was good at that none of my friends could do nearly as well as me. It was his interruption at * when he said “that’s how I feel every day at school” that I think my heart broke. I heard it clinking into little bits. Finally I said that I knew what he was better at than anyone else, better even than Kody, he was the best at being Felix. God, talk about channelling my mother, and you know, I thought that was a suckful cop out when she said it to me. And yet, its so very very true.

Sigh.

Waiting…

that’s all.

40weeks+2days.

And waiting.

Behold…

one more thing

On Friday I went and saw the chic-flick In her shoes on my own. This poem is in it and I can’t get it out of my head.

i carry your heart with me – ee cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)