Today I went to an ABA training meeting and left Inigo at home with Mark. After the meeting, I rang home, and Mark put Inigo on the phone so we could have a chat. He was awesome, answeing my questions and telling me about his day.
Apparently, after I hung up, he proudly stated, I talked to mama on daddys phone.
Adorable.
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Candide is this years Opera In The Domain.
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Yesterday, I made sure I dropped off our old baby capsule and pram (thanks Karen & Chris!) to Christine, as yesterday was her last day of work before going on maternity leave. Sure enough, she started having contractions that night, and Joshua Adam was born at 1am this morning, 3.3kg.
Christine is looking amazing, but I didn’t ask permission to post a picture of her on the blog, just her gorgeous baby 🙂
Inigo has a new cousin!
A few weeks ago, when we were just beginning this whole toilet training adventure, I put Inigo in the car for a trip to Spotlight – about 15 minutes in the car. Silly me forgot to get him to wee before we got in the car, forgot to but a terry square under him in the car, and forgot to bring a change of clothes. And when we got there, he was wet. Luckily it was raining that day, and he was in dark coloured clothes, it wasn’t noticeable, so we went into Spotlight regardless (without stopping to pee first).
Of course, while I was waiting to pay, he peed again. In a puddle on the floor, just in front of the counter.
Is is wrong to use your child to mop up urine from the floor of a discount haberdashery store?
Finally home after a blissful holiday up the coast. Normal programming will resume shortly.
To all of you that had a great 2009, here’s to continuing the trend. And for those of you who had a craptaculous 2009, here’s wishing you a wonderful 2010.
We’ve been up at Pearl Beach since Boxing Day, and are just home for a few hours to feed the creatures (others have been doing it on other days!), and to visit an old friend in hospital. We’ll be back and getting into the swing of 2010 on Monday.
Surely I should have had a better comeback than, “Uh, yeah. Ta.”. Disastrous.
So, in an effort to recover gracefully from that cultural abyss, I intended to bring you Inigo singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. It was going to be a creative triumph, an adorable child, singing a note perfect and season appropriate carol, with gorgeous lighting and the perfect accessories.
But after two days of trying, I bring you this instead.
It’s beginning to get ugly.
Since his feet are growing at an amazing rate, we had a quick visit to Target last week where I found precisely three pairs of shoes that both fit, and didn’t send me into paroxysms of horror at the thought of dressing my two year old as a miniature soldier or advertisement for the wiggles.
One pair was lime green (my preference), one was orange, and one was hot pink. Of course, Inigo HAD TO HAVE the pink ones. And absolutely refused to countenance the green ones. But I was allowed to also purchase the orange ones. He may even deign to wear them one day, but for now, it’s all about the pink. And the Hawaiian hat.
The Martha Stewart Wedding Magazine’s current issue features a same sex couple – a beautiful, stylish, quirky wedding. And that’s the focus of the piece, with no fuss or fanfare about their gender, but a look at the lovely details of a day that was uniquely theirs. Everything I love about a wedding is seeing a reflection of two lives, two personalities coming together in a celebration that speaks of who they are as a couple, and sharing the ritual of commitment before those that are important to them.
And Martha Stewart isn’t the worlds only tastemaker, but this sort of exposure, this normality, is a wonderful sign of great things to come.
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