Tomorrow (Sunday 31st May, 2009), the Powerhouse Museum has a Hyperbolic Crochet Workshop on from 3pm-5pm. Free with Museum entry.
Edited to add – every month on the last Sunday of the month until August.
Tomorrow (Sunday 31st May, 2009), the Powerhouse Museum has a Hyperbolic Crochet Workshop on from 3pm-5pm. Free with Museum entry.
Edited to add – every month on the last Sunday of the month until August.
I will be spending approximately $6,000 (six thousand Australian Dollars) somewhere. If you play your cards right, and don’t commit one of the offences listed below, I might spend it with you. So you can buy a 2009 lime green ute to replace your 2008 lime green ute. Or something.
When I call and ask for a quote, telling me that “we don’t do urgent” won’t get you my business.
Waiting two days to return my call, and then telling me that “a lot of people don’t understand that the rebates will continue after this month” also doesn’t wash. As I haven’t washed, in my own home, for quite some time now. I’ve been going to Bev & Ted’s or Mum & Dad’s for showers for over a week at this point, I’m grumpy, I’m stinky, and I used to work in sales. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.
Telling me that system x is better than system y won’t wash. My uncle is an expert on solar systems, so even if I am not an expert, patronising me won’t get you very far. Clear information will.
The other thing that really impresses me? A pithy turn of phrase.
Wayne, who we eventually decided to go with, won me with this phrase.
“Go with me here luv, I reckon we put in the tank on Sat’dy, and then hook up the panels when we find some. That way, yous’ve got some hot warter in the meantime. We’ll do that sat’dy, unless it farken rains. If it farken rains, that really buggers us up.”
And today, despite a light sprinkling of rain, we have hot water.
Thanks Wayne.
He talks, he plays the recorder. He dances, he is obsessed with cheese, and he gives the wettest kisses.
18 months have turned this beautiful baby into an amazing little person.
Tantrums, an embarrassing obsession with “In The Night Garden”, amazingly good fine motor skills, and not so advanced gross motor skills. He can put all his shapes in the shape sorter, but falls flat on his face when he tries to run.
His communication skills are fantastic. He seems to be learning new words (multiple) every day, and this morning said quite clearly “ball gone”, a two word combination, which is pretty good for an 18 month old.
He still gets very cross when either Mark or I leave him, and still becomes absolutely desolate at the gym. We’ve been going at least twice a week for the past few weeks, and is now playing happily with the toys, interacting with the child care worker, and has a wonderful time, until I stand up to go. He ramps up into an desperate wail, which takes some minutes to calm. I suppose I can use my gym membership to get some study done!
A ball flying through the air is still the funniest thing he has ever seen, loving Daisy is a new obsession (one that Daisy isn’t too keen to comply with), and there is nothing more satisfying than spreading the recycling from one end of the house to the other.
Equal parts of determination and delight, life with Inigo is a rollercoaster of laughter and tears, and though it’s hard to know where he’s heading, it’s the best ride of m life.
And in case you can’t tell from the photo, I think he’s beautiful.
Since this is the first wedding anniversary of some dear friends of mine, I would love to point out that a knitted art installation might be a good way to celebrate. But when the installation is happening at a public toilet, it gets a bit awkward….
Well, not quite yet. But my best friend Simone has one she isn’t using any more, and she knows how pathetically woeful I am about gadgets, so tomorrow night we are going to meet up at Ikea and have a handover ceremony.
And there will dancing in the streets of Granville, and butterflies will flutter, and unicorns will frolic, and there will be puppies and kittens for all.
Sigh…
At the risk of sounding like a breast feeding single issue party, I’m posting this to make myself feel better about all the formula advertising I saw at the baby expo last week while I was there volunteering for the Australian Breastfeeding Association. Watching pregnant women walking around with tins of formula was dispiriting, I think it’s important to keep this information circulating. If you know a pregnant woman, your support in her breastfeeding relationship is important, especially if you are her partner, or her close family. This is not about bullying people into doing something they don’t want to do – it’s about supporting them if they do want to do it.
Blatantly stolen from PhD in Parenting, much more info here.
Benefits to the child
PS. Daisy is sitting closer to me than he has in months, purring like a lawnmower. I am sure he knows something…