I just left Amelia sitting up in her cot, holding dolly and crying her eyes out.
It sounds like I'm really mean, but she was rubbing her eyes which means "I'm tired, please let me sleep".
Now I'm trying to put money on my myki, but I can't seem to work it. Grrr
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Pizza, babies and bongo drums
I went out last night, up to Belgrave to see my flaky friend and, as predicted, I spent hours and hours with her. I was out so late that I got into trouble from Tristan because I came home after 12 on 'a school night'!
Amelia and I went to Anna's house where, first of all I asked whether her neighbour had given birth yet and what flavour was the child, we tried to visit her. This is very difficult because although the houses are very close, in order to get there you have to go down one really steep driveway and then up another one (only to find that the person in question is out ARGH!).
Then we decided to order pizza, while we waited for pizza we entertained Amelia with bongo drums, this was really fun and Amelia joined in patting away at the drums, she even got some good sounds out. There was also some sort of Japanese instrument that she was enthralled by, but wasn't allowed to touch.
Hmmm, what else, oh we had some lovely organic red wine, then the pizza came. We ate, then spent some time on the veranda watching all the birds fly around looking for trees to sit in for the evening. While this was happening her neighbour returned home and brought her baby over....Patrick. SO small and light, also his cry was really soft compared to Amelia's now. I had a cuddle.
Then Richard, Anna's partner came home and he expertly showed Amelia how the bongo's are to be played, she also enjoyed the timber of his voice, alway turning when he spoke. Then she got a bit grizzly, but eventually fell asleep and the adults had some jasmine tea.
After a while I decided I should go home.
It was the best night I've had in a while. So relaxing. If only I could see her more often.
Amelia and I went to Anna's house where, first of all I asked whether her neighbour had given birth yet and what flavour was the child, we tried to visit her. This is very difficult because although the houses are very close, in order to get there you have to go down one really steep driveway and then up another one (only to find that the person in question is out ARGH!).
Then we decided to order pizza, while we waited for pizza we entertained Amelia with bongo drums, this was really fun and Amelia joined in patting away at the drums, she even got some good sounds out. There was also some sort of Japanese instrument that she was enthralled by, but wasn't allowed to touch.
Hmmm, what else, oh we had some lovely organic red wine, then the pizza came. We ate, then spent some time on the veranda watching all the birds fly around looking for trees to sit in for the evening. While this was happening her neighbour returned home and brought her baby over....Patrick. SO small and light, also his cry was really soft compared to Amelia's now. I had a cuddle.
Then Richard, Anna's partner came home and he expertly showed Amelia how the bongo's are to be played, she also enjoyed the timber of his voice, alway turning when he spoke. Then she got a bit grizzly, but eventually fell asleep and the adults had some jasmine tea.
After a while I decided I should go home.
It was the best night I've had in a while. So relaxing. If only I could see her more often.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I have a couple of friends who are total FLAKES. I am forever making plans with them, then on the day they will call or text to say that they can't do it.
Their excuses are usually fairly lame, things like; I forgot I had other plans, I have a headache, or like last night, I've got an unexpected job interview after work!
I wonder if it's me. Is it so annoying to catch up with me that you have to make lame-ass excuses?
Or I just choose friends who are too hippyish to be able to organise their lives. This seems to be true of the friend I was meeting up with last night. She has no idea how the world works, yet she is the MOST generous person I have ever met. If I actually meet up with her, I know that I'll be with her for hours doing awesome things like sitting around eating and drinking on the veranda of her house which looks over to awesome bushland. It's so relaxing.
So hopefully tonight I will see her and have some relaxing times, but I won't hold my breath.
P.S. The dog looks great, the child didn't notice the difference.
Their excuses are usually fairly lame, things like; I forgot I had other plans, I have a headache, or like last night, I've got an unexpected job interview after work!
I wonder if it's me. Is it so annoying to catch up with me that you have to make lame-ass excuses?
Or I just choose friends who are too hippyish to be able to organise their lives. This seems to be true of the friend I was meeting up with last night. She has no idea how the world works, yet she is the MOST generous person I have ever met. If I actually meet up with her, I know that I'll be with her for hours doing awesome things like sitting around eating and drinking on the veranda of her house which looks over to awesome bushland. It's so relaxing.
So hopefully tonight I will see her and have some relaxing times, but I won't hold my breath.
P.S. The dog looks great, the child didn't notice the difference.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Today
Today Josh the dog will get a haircut. He will go from The Neverending Story type dog to ugly rat looking dog.
Yet his eyes will be seen again, they are lovely, however you can't stare into them too long because I think you can catch vagueness.
Some dogs look like they think very deeply. Not Josh he looks like he doesn't think, he just stares.
I wonder what my bubba will think of him, she thinks he's pretty funny now. She might think he's boring after a haircut.
Yet his eyes will be seen again, they are lovely, however you can't stare into them too long because I think you can catch vagueness.
Some dogs look like they think very deeply. Not Josh he looks like he doesn't think, he just stares.
I wonder what my bubba will think of him, she thinks he's pretty funny now. She might think he's boring after a haircut.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Holes
Yesterday at work a six year old came in having 'inserted a marble into her vagina'. Classic.
Tristan said there should be a plug to fit all the holes on kids that they can put things in.
When I was small I put a marble up my nose and I seriously don't remember it ever coming out. I didn't tell my parents, so it never got extracted by a doctor. I thought maybe one day I would have a scan and it would be in my brain somewhere.
But alas I've had a couple of cat scans and they only found brain.
Tristan said there should be a plug to fit all the holes on kids that they can put things in.
When I was small I put a marble up my nose and I seriously don't remember it ever coming out. I didn't tell my parents, so it never got extracted by a doctor. I thought maybe one day I would have a scan and it would be in my brain somewhere.
But alas I've had a couple of cat scans and they only found brain.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Crazy kids
I was at mother's group, about 10 minutes ago.
All was going well, my bubba had not cried or been annoying for over two hours (this is like some kind of minor miracle). Then she started to do some weird humping on the floor. So strange I had never seen her so this before.
I ignored it because she was happy, then as we were leaving she started to lift her bottom off the floor and move her legs in.
Ah excuse me child you are only 6 months old PLEASE STOP BEING SO CLEVER.
Thank you.
All was going well, my bubba had not cried or been annoying for over two hours (this is like some kind of minor miracle). Then she started to do some weird humping on the floor. So strange I had never seen her so this before.
I ignored it because she was happy, then as we were leaving she started to lift her bottom off the floor and move her legs in.
Ah excuse me child you are only 6 months old PLEASE STOP BEING SO CLEVER.
Thank you.
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