Sunday, October 09, 2005

Long Awaited Cat Post

Now, just because I keep going on about Matilda, don't think the cat isn't getting his due any more. His Squeekiness is still my fur-baby, just as her Poopiness is still my bald-baby (and getting balder as we speak, as her belly-hair is falling out, tee-hee.)

Other differences, in case some of you have trouble telling the cat and the baby appart, include:
  • Matilda sucks my blood, Domino just draws it (and that's a bit of a waste, to be honest... mwahaha!)
  • Domino can play fetch, we're still working on Matilda's skills.
  • Matilda gets brought toys by people, Domino gets to play with them.
  • Domino poops every day, and Matilda is due to have one big Ueber-Poop since three days now.

Rule of thumb: If it's in the pram, it's likely to be a cat:

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My mum has always disliked cats. She is the reason I got the bunny in Corfu, and subsequently had the very house eaten from under my feet for the next 5 years; I thought if I got a cat, I wouldn't be allowed back to the family house, and possibly would be disowned.

When I called my mum to tell her we got Domino, her reply was:

"WHY did you get a stinking cat?" (Or something to that effect.)

"Mum, we don't live there anymore. It's our house."

"Ok well, I have to go now. I'm too upset."


When she came to visit us a month ago, her introductory words were, I seem to recall, "Get it away from me!" Two days later, the cat was sleeping next to her every night, and she's been overheard sweet talking to him. Oh, and when he was coughing up a hairball a couple of nights ago, she got so worried that she let him sleep in her bed, and she slept sitting on the armchair. (I particularly love telling people this insident, after all the years she maintained "cats are mean, jealous and they steal food.") THAT'S how sweet our cat is.

Oh, and I welcome comments from anyone who can help me with this question:

Why do people think I spoil my pets?!

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PS: A full week has passed since I first started writting this post, before I managed to sit down and finish it. Just so you know why I take so long to read your emails! :)

PPS: Awwwww...

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Friday, October 07, 2005

Baby Boom!

Matilda is going to have soooo many little cousins to torture... err... love and play with! Maria Lorna is already here, and by Christmas Cathy's baby will be here too, and in April, another one will be added to the collection, as we found out yesterday that Stella, Peter's cousin's wife (impressive phrase, that!) is also preggers :) Call me obsessed, but I'm excited!

Our Goodling is now all smiles, and takes some amazing pictures. She'll give you this half-shy smile, turning her head and looking at you from the corner of her eye -the tease! She coos and gurgles a lot, and has also recently discovered that she has hands, so now she spends a lot of time looking at them and grabbing one hand with the other. Clearly evolution at work -next comes using tools. She's getting her first shots on Tuesday, and after that, I'll start taking her to the swimming pool. She LOVES baths. She just sits there, floating and staring at me and cooing, and she cries when I take her out. Oh, not to mention that she is now wearing clothes for 3-6 months, and today is her 2 month birthday :) And I'm walking around town, shamelessly breastfeeding wherever the mood (or Matilda) takes me.

Speaking of which, my neighbour Natalie was at a birthday party recently, breastfeeding her baby and a little boy was asking:
"What is he doing? What is he doing?"
"He's having his milk"
"THAT'S not his milk!!!!"
At which point her 4 year old proceded to lift her shirt and show the other boy what's what:
"Sure it is, look, see? He's hanging on like a train carriage (!!!!!)"

WHAT is it with little boys and breasts anyway? (See my last post)

It is starting to become obvious how having a family is fun. I have this baby who uses my boob for a pillow at night (No, really, she does! She falls asleep breastfeeding, and at some point lets the nipple go, sighs, and settles her head on my boob... and sleeps there. It's so sweet that I don't want to spoil it and end up sleeping with one breast hanging out -but you didn't want to know that, did you? ;) and I can't pretty much complain about my looks any more, because she looks like me, and I like HER! I see how other people's children interact with each other (ok, Natalie's) and I'm looking forward to the next one!

This neighbour came over the other day to ask for a favour, and I mentioned that one of the things I like about our house is the size of the rooms. I said, I figure I can have 4 kids sleeping in the large bedroom. She started laughing -and THEN she realised I was being serious! Tee-hee.

WHY? Why do people think kids NEED to have so much STUFF and SPACE? I remember when I was little how nice it was that we kept our bread warm on the fire (instead of remembering we had no central heating until I was 9) or how when I had a fight with my brother we'd stick sticky-tape on the floor to separate our room to "my half" and "his half", or how I'd get sleepy at night and nagg him to go to bed too, because I liked having a chat before falling asleep (and we shared a room until I was 14 -no lasting damage to my personality or anything!) Or what fun it was in the summers, when sometimes it would be 6 of us cousins sleeping in one room, and in any case, certainly 4 of us. And on most of the day there was no running water. So when the water came we'd run around filling bottles and buckets, and shower in pairs in our bathing costumes, to save time. It wasn't deprived, it was FUN. So yes, I can fit 4 in that room, and I bet they'd like it too.

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Look mummy, what a lovely teddy uncle Jon and auntie Stella sent me!

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Oh who am I kidding, my hand is more interesting!

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