Thursday, June 27, 2002
More on the going to bed issue: this morning I had to pull the blanket off my bed, drag it into the kitchen, where M & D were doing the dishes, and lay down on the floor with my dummy and pull the blanket over me. I can't get much more obvious than that - TAKE ME TO BED!
I've been working on a new technique to get M & D to do what I want. It involves grabbing a part of them, usually a hand or jumper, or a piece of flesh under the jumper, and dragging them to where I want them. I have to be this clear with them since they are so slow with my sleep signs. I then get them to play with me and help me post some shapes in my boxes. It's surprisingly effective, so a couple of times I've taken advantage of their willingness to be dragged around: I pull them off their seat and into the kitchen, then run back to the lounge and climb onto the vacated seat. I did this yesterday when Daddy was eating sticky date pudding and had just about grabbed it before he caught on. M & D were both pretty impressed with my tactics though.
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
I'm having lots of food issues at the moment. I've only eaten about every second dinner for the last month or so because it's either too boring, too soft, too hard, too rough, too mushy or just horrible! I'm sick of plain. I want complex, appetising, earthy flavours. I want what they eat. But over the last week or so M & D have started producing much more interesting meals. Maybe they got the message when I was devouring Mummy's cheese straws that were laced with heaps of cayenne. I've had a couple of really good curries in the last few days. One was a tofu and veg curry with a sweet, spicy sauce. A couple of days ago we all sat down to vegie red curry with a rice pilaf and Daddy's home-made roti, plus papadams. It was soooo delicious.
Last night I learnt a couple of lessons though: that mushrooms don't agree with me and I should chew my food better . We had pasta with a rich mushroom sauce and it was actually really tasty. I was enjoying it so much I didn't bother to chew it much, I just sort of vacuumed it in and swallowed. I went to sleep okay but woke up two hours later with horrible stomach pains. I yelled for Mummy and she whisked me into the laundry and held me over the sink just in time for me to vomit. I was quite impressed despite my discomfort; I hardly even got any on my pj's. It took me about two hours to get it all up though, and ultimately it involved a change of pj's, change of my bedsheets and a change of M & D's bedsheets. I was a bit abashed at vomiting on Mum and Dad's bed. Daddy took me there and snuggled with me and I really was feeling better. Mummy came to bed after a bit of bashing around in the kitchen that kept me awake and eventually I fell asleep in between them. This is very rare. I like my space and they take up too much of it. But last night it was really nice and I liked falling asleep with Daddy's arm around me. That was until I woke up at 11pm and vomited again. I was very sorry for getting Daddy's back and Mummy's arm but I didn't have much choice. I was happy to go back to my bed after that because I was exhausted and didn't want them waking me up.
Today I feel much better, just tired. I practically had to hit Mummy over the head this morning to get her to take me back to bed. I grumbled a bit then got my dummy and tried to climb up the side of my cot. She finally got the message. I slept for 1 1/2 hours this morning and 2 1/2 this afternoon. I just hope there are no mushrooms for dinner.
Friday, June 21, 2002
I've had such a good morning. Mummy and I had coffee with Sandra and Thomas and then we all went to do the shopping at the market. We got to Kalamata Man's deli and I shrank a little bit, but he wasn't quite as scary this morning. He smiled quite a lot and I think he'd even shaved. I got sprung unwrapping a block of cheese off the counter and he still smiled! Jerry came and said hello; he's always nice, not scary at all. So when we went to leave, Kalamata Man said goodbye to me and I waved bye-bye back. This is a big thing for me and I'm a bit pleased with myself! Except I was so busy being pleased with myself that I forgot to wave goodbye to Jerry. He talks to me everytime I go there and I've never managed to say anything back. I'll work on that.
Yesterday morning I was at the market as well but with Daddy. We had coffee with Granddad at Carpark Cafe. I love seeing Granddad in the morning, which Daddy and I do every couple of weeks. Not often enough though.
Last night I got to see Aunty Jo and Granny. I've been practicing saying Aunty Jo's name and I'm happy with how it sounds now: "Dodo". I still can't get my tongue around "Granny" though. I was having such a nice night that I didn't want to go to bed. I let Daddy put me in there but decided after hearing all the carry on coming from the loungeroom, that I'd really rather be up socialising. So I got up again and sat at the head of the table munching on sultanas while the adults ate their dinner. I love sitting at the table. I now eat my breakfast at the table and feed myself the whole lot now. Mummy just hovers and picks up the bits that drop on my lap. Otherwise I'm really good at it.
I went to see Nurse Fran on Monday. I'm now 12 kilos and 82.6 cm tall. I've grown quite a bit and that includes my feet. Finally Mummy noticed that I was grumbling a bit when she put on my shoes. I got remeasured and my feet have grown to size 6 1/2, so no wonder I was uncomfortable in my 5 1/2 shoes! I now have a set of pull-on boots. I have plenty of room to stretch my toes and I don't have to wait about while M & D try to tie them up - no shoelaces. Great to stomp around in.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
Wooohooooo!!! Now thats what I call a party.....toys....play things...wine...chocolate...fairy bread....fruit bars....ice cream cake...ahhhh... I think I'll sleep well and probably have a slight party hangover tomorrow. Daddy was very naughty not that I'm complaining. I don't think Mummy approved of the food and the play. Happy Birthday Alex..GREAT PARTY!!
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Oops. I caused a bit of mayhem this morning. Harry and Cindie and Andrew came over for brekkie this morning and Harry and I were having a great time playing together. I decided to show him my favourite hiding spot in the cupboard so I climbed in there. Harry was looking in the door and I told him to come in too, and I tried to make some room for him. So I pushed the stack of big bowls but they fell off the shelf on to the floor right next to where Harry was, and made the most almighty bang. We both kind of froze for a second before Harry started bawling. That made me look even worse. How was I to know the bowls wouldn't bounce like all the tupperware? Only one broke although it sounded like ten.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon at Billy Lids playing with Gabriel. We had the best time. Our favourite spot was in the ball pit. We'd launch ourselves onto the balls on our tummys and roll around giggling. We chased each other around the big room and played dodgems in the cars. The best part was bumping into each other when our mummys were pushing. It wore me out though. I needed to go to bed as soon as I got home, since I'm not quite up to full strength again yet. But I'm very close.
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Ga goal!!! Daddy's team, Carlton were playing on the weekend and each time someone kicked a goal I yelled "ga goal!". Trouble was Geelong were scoring all the goals, especially the one after the siren. Daddy was not impressed. Uncle Adam was though. I refreshed my vocabulary as taught to me by Uncle Adam, including "beer" and "Bucks". He wouldn't give me any beer though.
I went shopping with Mummy to the market today. I was feeling kind of quiet and contemplative before we got there, but then I saw Kalamata Man. He's just so big and scary looking. All he said was "Here's Oskar" and I froze. I was trying to shrink into my pram when Jenny came out with Stephen, who is about 6 weeks older than me. He smiled and made a few funny noises, but I couldn't manage to say anything. Jenny and Jerry were so sweet, but I couldn't even manage a smile. But after we left and went into the fruit and veg section I suddenly found my voice when we went past the bananas. Mummy gave me one and I instantly perked up again. So it must have been low blood sugar levels since I didn't have much lunch. I blame that on Mummy since lunch was so horrible, all I ate was some cheese. But I did eat dinner, although I suspect it was a reworked version of what I refused last night. Oh well, I was hungry.
Today I'm feeling much better, thankfully. My nose is still a bit drippy but I've got some energy back and no longer am posssessed with the urge to hold Mummy's legs and be carried all the time. M & D are pleased about that I think.
A bit earlier I climbed up on the table to get some biscuit and got sprung up there by Mummy. She came over to tell me off so I thought I'd try a new tack and I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her. That worked very well! Then Daddy came over wanting kisses too. So I know I can get away with mischief as long as I kiss them afterwards.
Daddy bought me some presents today, since I'm 18 months (for want of a better reason). When I got up from my afternoon nap, I found a 3 wheel bike, a watering can and a bucket of bobbins. I tipped up the bucket and the bobbins went everywhere. Then I started putting them in the watering can. They fit really well. Then Daddy showed me how to get on the bike and wheeled me around. My feet don't reach the pedals yet and I'm not quite sure about that seat, but I know there's lots of fun to be had there as I get bigger. Thanks Daddy!
Thursday, June 06, 2002
I have croup. It's the weirdest feeling. I just don't have as much space in my throat to breathe through, and I'm a bit raspy. Last night I woke at 11.15pm and thought that I was in a fire, I was so hot. M & D must have snuck in after I fell asleep and put extra blankets on me, because I know I had thrown off the one I had on. So I woke up with two extra woolly blankets on and I was totally sweltering. I also couldn't breathe. I was gasping so much I couldn't even cry properly. It wasn't very nice. But once I got out of my dressing gown and had a drink and some panadol and a wander around, I felt much better. Mummy just wanted to hold me and squeeze me but after 15 minutes I'd had enough of that so I walked back to bed and tried to climb up my cot. They got the message and tucked me in and I went back to sleep. I woke up once more feeling hot again, but after some panadol I was able to go back to sleep.
I went to see Dr. Andrew this morning and he put a cold, round thing on my chest and pulled funny faces at me. He said my chest was clear but I had a swollen throat. I had to have this horrible tasting stuff which he said would help me breathe easier tonight, so I didn't mind. I feel better already aside from a very drippy nose.
When he was telling us about the virus, I remembered I'd seen Bethany yesterday and was worried that I might have given it to her. So I called out "Bedenby, Bedenby..." hoping he'd tell me if she could get it. Mummy told him that Bethany was my girlfriend which was a bit embarrassing, but it turns out she could get it as well. I also saw Maya Harriss yesterday at the playcentre which was good fun, but she's at risk too.
I met Bethany at Hays Paddock, which is a wonderful park near where she lives in East Kew. We played in the sandpit and I spread sand everywhere. I love sand. We romped around the grassy fields and when I was heading off in a different direction to where Bethany was, she called out "Okkar!" and wanted me to go with her. We even held hands as we walked. She called my name lots of times.
I've been practicing saying "Adam". It doesn't come out sounding like how the adults say it, but it's clear enough, so I can surprise him when I next see him. Which hopefully will be soon because it's been two whole days since I've seen him. I'm also practicing "hello" which sounds like "hay-o". I can say "bye-bye" very well, and I've got "NO!" down pat. I usually say it about six times in a row just to emphasize the point.
We got our new car on Tuesday. Uncle Adam stayed and played with me while M & D went to get the new RV. It has a weird smell in it, but apart from that, it's very nice. I'm sitting a wee bit higher up and I can see out the windows quite easily. And the sound system is great. I'm looking forward to "Take you riding in my car, car" blaring out the windows.
Sunday, June 02, 2002
There are certain things I know I'm not allowed to do. One of them is pulling things off the kitchen benches. But I see M & D picking up interesting looking things from there all the time and I want to see what they are. Yesterday I pulled down a tea strainer. I didn't know what it was until Mummy came hurtling after me and I turned it upside down to see all the tea leaves fall on the carpet. I pulled down a sponge also and wiped it over the floor like I see M & D doing. Well Mummy anyway.
Friday night I just wasn't hungry and didn't want my dinner. But M & D and Aunty Jo were all standing around eating chips and they wouldn't give me any even after the most hysterical pleading effort I could muster. I heard Mummy mumbling about me not eating my dinner so I wasn't getting any chips and she was going to give me the same thing the next night. I wasn't going to have any of that so I snuck into the kitchen and pulled down the dish with the remains of my dinner in it. I was so pleased with this effort that I couldn't help walking out to show everyone that I had pulled down the dish without spilling any. And when I had their complete attention, I tipped it upside down. This was met with a most satisfying reaction so I reached down, picked up some food, held it up in the air and let it sprinkle down again. It was great - I lapped it up! Mummy just about had a breakdown on the spot.
But last night I upset everyone even more. And this time it wasn't deliberate. Aunty Jo was over and after some fun playtime where I posted my pegs down her top, we went for a bath together. I love having a bath with Aunty Jo and last night we even had a candle on and the big light off. It was very nice. Until I pooed in the bath. It really was an accident - I was actually trying to pee. It used to be quite random as to whether I noticed that I happened to be peeing. Then I worked out that if I stand with my knees a bit bent, and push, then I could pee. I've been practicing this before getting in the bath, where no one seems to mind a bit of extra water on the floor. I'd been practicing peeing while I was standing in the bath, and even managed to pee in my boat, which Aunty Jo was most impressed with. But then I wondered why she suddenly leapt out of the bath. I didn't notice at first, but then I saw some floaties...and then Jo pulled me out as well. But it seemed that I hadn't finished and as I stood there asking Aunty Jo what the problem was, more poo appeared on the floor. At this stage, Aunty Jo called Mummy who came in and looked completely aghast. I looked at the bathwater and had to admit that it looked pretty horrible. Lots of runny floaties amongst all my toys. And I had ALL my toys in the bath with me. So I ran away from the scene and went and found Daddy in the kitchen, and promptly peed on the kitchen floor. So then all three of them were having conniptions. Oh boy. I let them dress me in my pyjamas and gladly went to bed.
Taking in the view with Dad at Sandringham beach
A sort of preview birthday cake...(I turn 5 tomorrow!!!)
We're Dixie and Pumpy
Looooove the Kew Traffic School
We got you, Uncle Ad, now give up!
Are we too cool, or what?!
Watching the ducks on a breezy day...but nothing stops me from wearing my muscle shirt.
I'm not dizzy, no, no...
Whoaah!! Grampa made this for me!