Vent – which sounds a lot like “fan” to the uninitiated, and Hair, which sounds like “Yay!”. But I can tell the difference 🙂
Vent – which sounds a lot like “fan” to the uninitiated, and Hair, which sounds like “Yay!”. But I can tell the difference 🙂
Through a friend at playgroup, we found out about the local bush regen project. Mark went along last month with Inigo, this month he talked me into dropping in at the half way mark. I’m really glad I went. I popped Inigo into the new carrier, and he slept for a while, and I wandered around plucking weeds and photographing stuff… Tea break Peter demonstrates the “Peter Tool”, a mattock for enclosed spaces Weeds must die! The gall! Cicada shell Wish the focus was better on this shot! Small weed, HUGE root system. Kill with extreme prejudice Inigo had a close encounter with another cicada shell, I unearthed about half a dozen in a patch of weeds Not sure what this weed is called, but as well as a tuberous root system, it has these little bulbs which fall off if the plant is handled too roughly. Each one can make a new plant if they break off. Not only was the killing of weeds extremely satisfying, it was lovely to spend some time in the great outdoors, fabulous to meet some caring volunteers, and all so close to home!
Through a friend at playgroup, we found out about the local bush regen project. Mark went along last month with Inigo, this month he talked me into dropping in at the half way mark.
I’m really glad I went. I popped Inigo into the new carrier, and he slept for a while, and I wandered around plucking weeds and photographing stuff…
Tea break
Peter demonstrates the “Peter Tool”, a mattock for enclosed spaces
Weeds must die!
The gall!
Cicada shell
Wish the focus was better on this shot!
Small weed, HUGE root system. Kill with extreme prejudice
Inigo had a close encounter with another cicada shell, I unearthed about half a dozen in a patch of weeds
Not sure what this weed is called, but as well as a tuberous root system, it has these little bulbs which fall off if the plant is handled too roughly. Each one can make a new plant if they break off.
Not only was the killing of weeds extremely satisfying, it was lovely to spend some time in the great outdoors, fabulous to meet some caring volunteers, and all so close to home!
We saw the paed today.
Inigo is growing, hitting and exceeding developmental milestones (who knew that pulling socks off was a milestone?), has perfect blood pressure, excellent hip joints, good weight (even despite the last week of food refusal), and an excellent vocabulary.
And he’s also allergic to Rockmelon (cantaloupe). Which I find very odd, but there you have it.
Inigo after eating Rockmelon in early March. He had it before this with no reaction. I tried again in April, and the reaction was much worse. Yes Donna, that is a squeezy polar bear bath toy…
Tomorrow I have to book him in for a nasty test at the end of June, and then we will know if the reflux has resolved itself and he can stop taking his daily cocktail of anti-biotics. Until then, carry on as usual…
And no, I still haven’t given him any chicken, fish, or lamb. As far as I know, they are still animal corpses!
Unfortunately, it was just an April Fools stunt – but it pissed some people off!
Delicious.
And messy.
New word this week – Off (said with glee when turning things off)
It didn’t take long for him to get the idea…
Found the loot!
Alex & his maracas
The easter basket filled with loot. Sorry Inigo, no chocolate.
The excitement was a little bit too much for some members of the family.
The cousins playing happily together – after months of Alex not recognising Inigo, suddenly he has started calling out for “Iggy”, “Iggy”!
What am I supposed to do with these?
Oooo! They make noise!
Yay!
Thanks Aunty Sarah, for my very first Easter Hunt!
Since Inigo has been sick, he hasn’t wanted to sleep in his cot. For the first few nights, he refused to sleep at all unless his head was on my right shoulder (the bad one), and any movement on my behalf was punishable by 30 minutes of tortured screaming.
On Saturday night, we stayed at Pearl Beach, and because I was enjoying a chat with Adam and Sarah, I stayed up later than Mark and Inigo.
This is what I found when I went to bed –
And no, the flash didn’t wake them up!
My lovely mother found some interesting books for children in her travels, and being a rather adventurous and broadminded type, bought them.
It’s a series, and I gather the first ones in the series were more popular than the later titles. These were found in a $2 shop (I think).
First up – Whose nose is this?
And then the rather more risqué “Whose bottom is this?”
And then?
One of the great things about visiting the farm (apart from the wonderful company, lovely food, amazing orchard and beautiful animals), is the water tank.
That means that small children can play with water despite water restrictions!
Inigo at the park, in better days
Inigo is walking more and more, and the other day he was lurching towards me, I thought that his walk is very much like that of a cartoon zombie (hence this morning’s cartoon).
As he lumbered and tottered, it struck me that this drooling, staggering and excited toddler was like a zombie attack from a 50’s horror film – terrifying, but quite slow.
My little body snatcher is having a rough time. It now looks as though he has a cold on top of the Foot & Mouth (which I have renamed Bum, Knee & Mouth Disease, because he seems to have sores on his knees and bum instead of feet and hands), and the poor little guy is very sooky, and very needy.
Today is indeed, a GOOD Friday – Mark is here to co-parent, and I can get some time alone (marooned on a couch while my lovely cleaners do their thing).
Too many cuddles are never enough when you’re sick
Disco Knitter 