Tag: Spawn

There’s so much more to it than I ever thought possible.

The Birthday Party

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Inigo’s little party went really well. It was just grandparents, godparents, and aunts, uncles and cousins – 17 people, but it still seemed like a lovely intimate gathering.

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We met at Putney Park (Inigo’s favourite park), and silly me forgot to factor in all the other people who would be having parties at the same time, so we couldn’t get a picnic table. Thanks to Bev amp; Ted, and Mum and Dad, who brought tables, we were able to set up in a lovely shady spot, and Inigo had the time of his life.

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As well as being surrounded by his favourite people and being allowed to eat cake (and icing for the first time ever!), he got presents!

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Bev and Ted got him some lovely clothes, and Ted made the best play kitchen! Inigo has been loving helping me in the kitchen, so the play kitchen is going to get a lot of use in the next few years – and it’s so much nicer than the horrible plastic ones that you pay hundreds of dollars for.

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He also got a treasury of Winnie the Pooh stories from Aunty Jane, a book that he will be able to treasure for a lifetime, and a couple of fabulous shirts. And accessories for his new kitchen – a proper Italian pasta cooking set, and a beautiful tea set. A very lucky boy indeed.

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And a lovely time was had by all.

So many of my favourite things in one video

A strange skinny guy in a wacky orange lycra, a tardis like boom box, Elijah Wood (the thinking womans hobbit) making a tit of himself for the amusement of random children, my favourite internet sensation (Dragostea Din Tei – also known as Numa Numa), peculiar dolls come to life, and orange fake fur.

Just the thing for cheering me up when the world looks impossibly bleak.

Days since Inigo has been in hospital

The imaginary counter has been reset again.

He woke up at 1am with a fever, struggling to breathe through the coughs, so off we went to Westmead. Eight hours, one dose of steroids, one dose of panadol and one nasal swab later, we’re home.

Apparently, it’s a virus, and the swab should tell us what sort. THough we cant’ really treat it, they don’t give anti-virals to little kids, so we just have to hope it isn’t pig flu.

Mark is taking today off (of course), the boys are having breaskfast and we’re all going back to bed. I hope we get some sleep!

Accessories

Inigo’s favourite book this week is Fancy Nancy. I love this book. I love it so much that we gave it to Lara for her birthday, so now I can’t read it without crying. But Inigo still needs it read to him fifty brazillian times a day. And we have to stop on one particular page and read one particular word over and over again.

Today, I caught it on video.

The other word he loves in this book is “Merci”. He’s going to love our new car language lessons – I have downloaded a podcast so we can all learn Bahasa Indonesia before September.