week twenty-three

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Marlow: she really isn’t  baby anymore – i think we’ve officially entered toddlerhood. waaaa (actually, for me it’s more of a yay since i think toddlers are much more fun than babies anyway)….

Thatcher: my little sous chef. he just loves the kitchen and anytime there is some measuring or stirring to be done, i can count on mr t to jump right on in there and do and amazing(ly messy) job.

 

week 23/ the 52 project

family fun time

sometime soon, i’m sure i will get on top of things and start catching up with my blogging, but in the meantime, here is a little snippet of the life and times of our little family over the past few weeks.

and yes, i do maybe have a little obsession with bow ties…Processed with MoldivProcessed with MoldivProcessed with MoldivProcessed with Moldiv

ps. please excuse the state of t’s face in the last photos – our backyard is currently a dust bowl whilst we wait to have new lawn laid and he just cannot resist getting out there and playing in the dirt… it’s like i’ve got enough washing to do or anything.

the life and times of a babychino

as I was working down in beautiful albany last week, rod and I thought we would make a weekend of it and go exploring the gorgeous southwest region. so, bright and early (as it always is with an 18 month old) saturday morning we headed down to frederick’s cafe where we stuffed our faces full of eggs benedict, Turkish bread toast, bacon, delicious coffee and t’s first babychino. it took until the very last sip to finally work out what to do with it and stop using it as a facial mask, but although very little of it made it into his mouth, he had an amazing time along the way…

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family fun time

we have had a rough couple of weeks this little family of ours; we have experienced the euphoric highs of good news and the devastating lows of bad news and here we are still together and getting stronger by the day.

i am the first person to admit that i am a worrier. i do not cope well with stress and spend a good chunk of my life being frazzled and overwhelmed, but that isn’t really a luxury I can afford to have now that I have T in my life and luckily for me, within seconds of seeing his smiling cheeky face, he manages to pull me out of my funk and remind me to live in the moment and enjoy life no matter what gets thrown my way.

oh, my little darling, sorry for not taking as many photos of you as I should have over the past month, but I know you’ll understand (and in the meantime, hopefully getting to lick the last of the icing out of the bowl and visiting Santaland will make up for it in some small way).

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just another boring day at daycare

on more than one occasion in the last week people (generally those employed to care for t while I’m otherwise occupied) have said to me: “does he ever sit still?”, “he must keep you on your toes” or “he’s spirited”. the short answer is that no, he does not stop moving, but he sure does keep life interesting.

today, like every tuesday, was a daycare day for t. he generally loves his time at daycare and we drop him off and pick him up with no issues in between, but today t wanted to spice things up.

at about 11am I get an SMS from daycare telling me that t was bitten on the left arm by one of the other toddlers and after a big cuddle he was back to his usual self – so much so that 20 minutes later, the same kid bit him again on the right arm! apparently they were fighting over a toy and, evidently, thatcher did not learn his lesson the first time. so now my little monkey has matching grill marks on each forearm.

and if that wasn’t enough excitement for one day, when rod picked up this afternoon the girls told him that after the biting incident, t managed to escape from the babies room and break into the toddler room at daycare where he subsequently had a grand old time playing with the big kids.

i shudder to think of what he’s going to get up to next week…

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^^it’s no wonder he fell asleep as soon as he made it into the car^^

pram wars

IMG_0059^^^next thing you know, he’ll be asking to for my keys^^^

but before that, comes the all important decision that needs to be made by any parent to be – which pram do i buy? do i get the sensible and safe volvo which isn’t the most glamorous and pretty and is pretty heavy to lug around, but it’s solid and safe? or should i instead get the rolls royce which is sleek and cool and twice the price? the worst part is, this decision doesn’t only affect you as you push it around and lug it in and out of the car, but you just know all those other snobby little babies at the playground are checking out your pram and if it’s not good enough, your poor little angel is going to be an outcast all because of your poor decisions…

i know T is almost ten months old and i should be over this whole pram issue (and i really ought to have gotten over the judgmental glares from other mothers as they check out your wheels), but one thing this last ten months has tought me is that firstly, a good pram is vital and secondly, if you make the wrong decision in the first instance, it is never to late to rectify the situation – have you met gumtree?

this is an experience i recently had when i traded in my strider plus for a bugaboo cameleon and let me tell you i couldn’t be happier with the decision. the bugaboo isn’t perfect; i mean the strider fit in my car so easily, it folded in one piece and had an amazing sun canopy, but it was huge and heavy (rather like the hummer of prams) and i was constantly crashing into door frames. the bugaboo on the other hand is light and sleek and easy to manouver, but it has taken a bit of practice (and a few bruised shins) to work out the best way to fold and unfold it. who knows though, in another ten months, i may be ready to move onto the next one – pramaholic much?