Monday, January 30, 2006

Top of the Poops

More silly singing:

Young Girl

Young Girl, you are in my mind
My love for you is one of a kind
But you stink girl,
And you drink milk girl

(Original by Gary Puckett:

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl)

Don't Cry (for milk Argentina)

Don't cry again little baby
We both know that I just fed you
All through the day and
The night's small hours
You suck my boobies,
Give mum some distance!

Let's sleep instead little baby,
My feet drag, my eyes are heavy
And still you're crying
You'd think I starve you
But I just fed you!
Is there no justice?

What do you want little baby?
You cry and you ask for milkies.
Maybe it's teething
Perhaps a growth spurt
Or just plain sod's law,
We'll never finish...

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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Gloop!

After carefully examining the merits of each choice, consulting nutritional experts and deciphering the omens hidden in the flight of birds, I decided to feed Matilda orange gloop (carrot) because it colour-coordinates better with her apron (no, not really!) Well, she wasn't very impressed! Have a look at her expression -eyes pleading for help as she is trying to avoid the attack of the Orange Gloop:

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And if you weren't quite convinced, here's another shot of what Matilda thinks of her carrots:

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This weekend, we sat down and watched all the video footage we've taken since Matilda was born -from hairy little monkey-baby to gloop-spitting screecher (yes, I can't drop it!) We were very surprised at how much Matilda had changed, but also at the impression our footage gives of early family life. Apparently, we were spending all of our time either staring at our infant lying peacefully on our laps, or being borderline abusive to her. We've got video footage of Matilda hungrily sucking the tip of my nose, Matilda being vigorously shaken back and front (row-row-row your boat,) Matilda being vigorously shaken up and down (hop little bunnies, hop-hop-hop,) Matilda looking surprised while we howl with laughter at something (and then she started crying) and Matilda having a poopy nappy changed (although, that's not being abusive to Matilda, it's being abusive to the audience!) Not suprisingly, my own memories of the early days are a bit different: what I remember varies from waiting for Matilda to start crying, to wondering if Matilda is dead because she hadn't cried in a while, to desperately trying to stop Matilda crying. Peter recalls asking anyone he could find who had children "when would things get better." And yet, and yet, we still ran for the camera during the precious moments of peace, and we've got the footage to prove they existed! And they did exist, and it did get (even) better, and we're looking forward to starting our next little spud-project; (I hope these words don't come back to haunt me in a few months!)

This is a picture of me as a baby:

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And this is Matilda:

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And this is a newborn picture of Matilda. See how different she is?

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And finally, after popular request, the before-and-after pictures of our kitchen.

Before:

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After:

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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Stinky goes Clean

Our Screecher Creature is almost 6 months and it will be time to start her off with some solids soon. I think this is one of the biggest milestones in her first year, when I'll no longer be her only source of food. (At least I'll think that until it's time for her to start crawling.) Could this be the end of the days when I would simply whip my boob out when she was fussy and plug her up? (Errrr.... nurture her, I meant!) Probably not, but I can't help feeling a bit sad about it. I even feel sad when she's biting me, and that says a lot about how far I've come since I thought breast feeding was bloody boring. Still, no use getting too sentimental about it, and you'll be probably seeing some "first solids" pictures soon, so you tell me: Would you rather see Matilda covered in orange gloop (carrot,) yellow gloop (banana) or green gloop (peas?) Go on, vote, now YOU can make a difference.

And we've had another milestone, last week I got my period back for the first time since Matilda's birth. I won't subject you to the gory details, but you need to have your period to make another baby. That's all I'll say... Tee-hee!

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Yesterday Matilda woke up from a loooong nap very hungry and very wet. While I was changing her nappy, she started grinning and patting my boob. Communication!
We'll have to get her new nappies soon, since she's growing so much. That said, she has been known to pee and poop in her potty lately. After reading and hearing about Elimination Communication in babies, we got her a little potty and we sit her on it for a couple of minutes, a few times a day (2-3 times usually). For the past 3 weeks she's been peeing in it at least once a day, more often twice, and had a good few poops in it as well. Then she grins and waits for me to say "Well Done" and get her off. We're not doing it often enough to actually get rid of her nappies, but I like the fact that it helps her associate the feeling of "going to the toilet" with the potty and not just with the nappy.

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And the cat is getting into everytyhing as ever, bless his furry little wiskers!

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