After weeks of “involuntary rolling” from his tummy to his back in bed, the New Recruit rolled yesterday from his back to his front three times. He did so at 15 1/2 weeks, or 3 1/2 months as let’s face it, he’s the third child and to work out the weeks I just had to pull up the computer’s calendar.
Month: January 2006
Better late than never
Show and tell for Tuvaluvan beauty, Blackbird: My ‘puter: 
This is it’s new home and the set up is not finished yet, natch.
It was displaced by a small, not very demanding and very cute being:
There will be a desk mounted to the wall.
Those hideous brackets on the wall will somehow be dealt with – I’m thinking a notice board in vinage fabric?
The hooks on the end of the bookcase are new and I’m loving them (another piece of evidence to Chef’s growing handymanness)
That grey mass is a pile of new school socks for the boys.
Yes, that’s The Incredibles DVD on top of them.
Yes, that is a notebook being used as a mousepad, as the cordless mouse only likes working on it now and not the table.
The table was Chef’s grandfathers, and underneath it Chef’s Dad has scrawled the name of a young woman, who went on to become his wife and indeed, as fate would have it, Chef’s mum. Go figure. Yes, that is a drawer sitting on top of the printer.
You can see where it is meant to be by the presence of the other drawer already in place.
Getting that drawer in almost killed Chef.
He did it over three months ago.
So there you have it.
Aha! or proof I’m not a crone
although the fact John Howard is supporting it irks me a lot. The other day I had a little rant about our Australia Day shindig and that some of the kids present (certainly not all, in fact, only three or four of the twenty or so kids who were here) were just plain rude and naughty and how their parents did little if anything about it.
Literally four days later Chief Justice Jim Spigelman gave a speech on the decline of manners and impact on society. (His full speech is here)
I have been feeling of late that maybe I’m being too tough on the boys, pulling them up on their behaviour at other people’s houses or in shopping centres. Feeling that every second I’m saying something like, “please be considerate of those around you,” or “remember other people are here trying to work/shop/concentrate/enjoy,” or “how would it make you feel if…”, “pick up your toys,” or “you need to look after that because…” etc etc etc. The other week I got the distinct impression from a couple of friends that I was being a killjoy to kids having fun, but we were at someone eleses house and I did not think it appropriate for the boys to be wielding big lounge cushions around the room. So, I don’t I was told so in no uncertain terms by one of my friends daughter who muttered to me “well we’re allowed to do that”. I know at home I don’t let the boys throw cushions around, and my lounge is over 8 years old and only from Ikea, so as if I’m going to let them do it at someone elses house.
Ah, its the pressing issues of state debated at Glamorouse.
I’m just feeling slightly vindicated, that is all.
Freedom
First Day of School 2006Naturally I got all misty on leaving Oscar at his new school, where they already seem to love and accept him as only I thought I could dream of. And on Felix, as we reached the school gate, saying, “you can go now,” and “no kisses!” as I lent down. I made a joke of it and we shook hands with me saying goodbye in an official deep voice making him and his classmates from last year laugh. But inside a little bit of me was really sad. Then we went for a scrumptious breakfast and pretended we just had one cute little baby for a while!
Unconscious Mutterings
I really like this concept from LunaNina that I picked up from Mar:
- Long distance:: running
- Meant to be:: thin
- Here:: there and everywhere
- Endless:: frustration
- Resentment:: beating against the tide
- Insipid:: thin women
- Bunny:: boiler
- Slogan:: bribe
- Naked:: dear GOD!
- Sarcasm:: is the lowest form of wit my girl, as my mother used to say.