Author: laranettle

More Booby Stuff

I’ve hesitated about posting this, because I really feel strongly that women should not be made to feel guilty about the choices they make to feed their children. But on the other hand, if everyone shies away from making this sort of information public, we’ll have yet another generation of babies fed on artificial milk because there wasn’t enough information and support for their mothers.

‘Silence’ on risks of baby formula

Advertising

I do hope you guys understand, but I have been thinking about putting advertising on the blog. The hosting is costing about $15US a month, and anything that goes towards helping to defray that cost is going to be a big help.

For a long time I resisted (mainly because I didn’t think I had enough traffic), and ads on personal sites look really tacky. But hey – mine already looks tacky, how much worse can it get? Besides, Her Bad Mother has advertising, and I don’t think of her as tacky. Well, just a little bit, but in a good way…

A few months ago, I was farnackling about on tha interwebs, and found a link to the BlogHer ad network. They weren’t looking for any more sites, but I added my name to a waiting list. And a few weeks ago they contacted me, letting me know that they had seen the blog and were inviting me to apply. I’ve been approved, and pending some final paperwork (which has to be printed, read, signed, scanned, and emailed back), I’ll be officially prostituting myself.

Unless the outcry from “my public” is deafening of course 😉

aeolian from the spring (autumn) knitty

Is yummy!

I think this will be my next project – in the gorgeous hand dyed alpaca that Jussi gave me, and I’ve been saving for something special?

Or something a bit more robust and cheap, in large hanks, so I don’t have to join balls together. Bendigo alpaca? Cotton? Maybe I can try painting it after being inspired by the article in the new Twist Collective…

Learning to talk

Mum has decided that she wants the kids to call her Nanna, and dad doesn’t care. Adam and Sarah have Alex calling him Granddad, though I suggested that “Sir” had a nice ring to it.

But Granddad has kinda stuck (when Alex isn’t calling him Peter), and now that Alex is learning how to talk in earnest, he’s trying to say Granddad.

Except, when he says it, it sounds like…

Gonad.

I haven’t stopped laughing in two days.

A Favour

A friend asked me for a favour this week.

I am a big fan of favours, I ask them all the time, and I am thrilled be able to give in return.

But I get the impression that this friend is a little shy about asking favours, and I had a big think about the favour, and why I am so happy to help out.

It’s because I am so damn flattered that this friend thought I could be useful. In my new role of chief bum and snot wiper, I rarely think of myself in terms of my skills and achievements, and to be asked to do this particular favour made me think about myself in a different light. It’s not a hard thing to do, but it does require attention to detail, and a grown up demeanor – both of which I am sure I can muster up, though they haven’t been used in ages 🙂

So, friend (you know who you are), thanks for thinking so highly of me. I’m really touched.

Mwah!

Fourteen months

I was holding this post until I could add some pics, but the computer drama is ongoing, and he’s now 15 months old, so bombs away!

We saw the paediatrician again on the 15th. Kid is just shy of 11kg – that’s 500g in a month.

HC 49.2cm
L 79.6cm
W 10.96kg

He had to have a blood test (rock swallowing is a sign that iron levels are low), for which he was very brave.

I had a blood test, and a chest x-ray. Doctor wants to be sure that the cough I have had for 6 weeks isn’t consumption. ETA – it wasn’t consumption, it was Whooping cough…

So, back to the kid.

Lots has happened since our last update. We have independent standing, we have much babbling, and much actual talking. He has mastered “ta”, and “more”. We’re still working on “please”. Though the favourite, favourite, word/sentence is “giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, OH”. Giggle is sometimes pronounced Gayggle. It’s very cute until the final OH – which is often VERY loud, especially in the car.

He is loving all types of music, and dances in his funny “I can’t move my knees without falling over” way.

He’s got a few new nicknames. As well as Squishy, Squidgy, Squirt, Squirty, Iggy, The Igster, and Mr Yellington, he now also gets “Leon Grotsky”. Leon for short.

He’s started to actually wrap his chubby little arms around me for a cuddle, which melts my heart every single time. Even when he grabs a handful of hair and pulls.

Sleep is back on track. Apart from today, when both his naps were too short, and he was ratty all day, he usually gets enough sleep to be charming for the rest of the day. Touch wood.

Today he we tried self feeding with a spoon for the first time. It wasn’t an unmitigated disaster, but I did put a stop to things when he put his whole hand into the bowl for the third time.

Once, he molested another kid at playgroup, pulled his hair and made him cry. Once. Every other altercation between him and another kid has ended up with the other kid coming out on top. Inigo seems to be very calm, and centred, and perplexed about the universe conspiring against him. Very accepting though, and he hardly ever gets upset when another kid steals his toys, pushes him over, or tries to ride him.

He’s still obsessed with things in the air. Birds, helicopters, aeroplanes, balls, stuffed pink elephants, whatever. Especially when he is tired, objects flying above his head lead to increasing hysteria.

He’s mastered waving (though usually not until you’ve turned your back and walk away), and is taking lots of steps as long as he has a hand to hold along the way.