There’s just something so engaging and expressive about Auslan. And I have to confess a soft spot for this song. You wouldn’t think that a woman doing a signed translation of a trashy pop song in her bedroom would be so compelling and beautiful.
But it is.
Thanks to the Hoydens for the link.
Inigo just pointed to a shape, and quite clearly said “parallelogram”.
Those of you that know Mark well will know that he has taken a personal mission to stop teaching young children that a parallelogram is a “diamond”. He has even gone so far as to take the letraset machine to some of Inigo’s baby books. And I can’t really talk, because I have re-labeled baby bottles from “milk” to “artificial baby milk”.
And the ringlets bounce as he runs up and down the hall. We nearly died from the cuteness.
Now, instead of going to the AGM, I’m off to ride a steam train with Iggy and his best mate.
Late Thursday afternoon I got the email I’ve been waiting for – I have been accepted as a volunteer Breastfeeding Counsellor for the Australian Breastfeeding Association. I spoke to the roster co-ordinator last night, and have been assigned my first helpline shift (2nd Friday of the month, starting in April). And this morning I logged in successfully – and logged out again quickly before I had to take a call. There is not enough caffeine in the world to make that first call easy.
So wish me luck, between now and the 9th of April I have to take lots of calls to get myself ready and comfortable enough to tackle an entire 4 hour shift on my own.
There is other (huge) news around the corner too, but I don’t want to say anything until it has been confirmed and I have more information. But needless to say, there are exciting times ahead!
But press play for the clip. You’ll thank me.
When needs must, a glass table and a dolphin torch do quite nicely.
Inigo was indecently proud of his new shirt, rubbing his belly, and telling anyone that would listen that, “mama made that for me”. He also refused to take it off at bedtime, so we discovered that it makes a pretty good pyjama top too. The only other shirth he feels so strongly about is his “Nuna Nuna” shirt. Actually, it is of Brobee from Yo Gabba Gabba, but because of the Elijah Wood/Yo Gabba Gabba/Dragostea Din Tea/Numa Numa clip I found on You tube, Inigo calls it his Nuna Nuna shirt, and wants to wear it every day of the week. And apparently this lime green shirt goes best with the purple sparkly trousers I made him for his first birthday party. They’ve been washed so often recently that the sparkles are fast disappearing.
Sad, but true.
The Lactation Resource Centre put on a conference/seminar every year for health professionals working in lactation, and every year there are exciting international guest speakers. Last year I saw the speakers as a webcast, but I really wanted to attend this year. Of course, registration fees were beyond the meager budget, so I was really excited when an opportunity came up to volunteer (and possibly sneak into the sessions).
And then a week passed, and another week, and I hadn’t heard from the organisers, so I figured I’d missed out. No friends Nigel once again.
But yesterday I was emailed a registration confirmation, and I’M IN!
I used to get excited about going to concerts and parties. Look what I am reduced to.
Just made these this morning. Best. Pancakes. Ever.
1 Cup Self Raising Flour
1 Cup Milk (I used Soy)
1 Egg
Mix.
Cook.
Eat the fluffiest pancakes you’ve ever had.
Recipe from here.
A new ad featuring Pamela Anderson dressed in a gold bikini, rubbing herself against another woman in an office environment, and being splashed with a white liquid has been taken off air. Crazy Domains (the company being advertised) managing director Gavin Collins said the ad was “tongue in cheek” and blamed feminist bloggers for stirring up complaints.
Because of course, it’s UN-AUSTRALIAN to complain about women being objectified.
SMH article here. Can’t wait to read the Hoyden on this one!
Disco Knitter 