Take that, Maxwell Smart
This week, Louisette (who has been wandering around the place holding a toy mobile phone to her ear and saying, “Hello! Hello!”) invented the shoe-phone.
I took photos, but I’m still having technical problems so I’ll have to show you later.
Walking
Last Friday, when Louisette and I were picking up another child from her school, we were very early and I decided to see if she could walk the whole way to the classroom from the carpark. She did – and then wandered around the play area on foot for another twenty minutes. That day marked the end of an era. She’s certainly slow and easily distracted, and she falls on her bum plenty – but there’s no looking back now.
On Sunday we went to the Commonwealth Park castle playground with some friends, and she walked to the playground from where we were sitting – with a little help from her friend.
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Are we there yet?
Nope.
Still haven’t exchanged contracts. Still nothing wrong, though, so that’s good. Just endless paperwork and waiting for other people to pass all their bits of paper around the circle three times and/or until the music stops. Something like that.
It should be official sometime this week. For reals this time. . .Â
Experimentation
I’ve noticed while minding Louisette and other toddlers that most of their time is spent exploring the world (requiring little more than observation on my part, which is awesome since conversations are a teensy bit repetitive): tasting, pulling, turning, shoving, trying on, putting something into a box, taking it out, etc etc. Can I lift the lid while sitting on it? What noise do ping pong balls make when I knock them together? What do cat eyeballs feel like?
They use a true scientific method, trying the same thing over and over until they have enough data points and can move on (pending further research). Speaking of movement – it’s a good thing we’ll be moving house soon (assuming nothing goes horribly wrong 🙂 ) because Louisette has just realised she can climb bookshelves. Including the ones that are holding the safety gate in place. The safety gate at the top of the stairs.
Hopefully the cat eyeball thing will continue to interest her a little longer.
Sadly, pics don’t seem to be working at present. I may or may not make it up to you someday.
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Tick. . . . tick. . . . tick. . . .
So we haven’t signed contracts on our house yet. Not for lack of trying, believe me.
It generally takes 1-2 weeks for real estate agents, lawyers, buyers, sellers, and banks to all formalise the “yes” that they said at the beginning. Or before the beginning.
CJ and I aren’t that badly off. We’ll sign the contract on Tuesday, and then it’ll do a quick circuit of the aether before everyone else can sign and we’re safe (from gazumping at least).
Rationally, it’s unlikely we’ll get gazumped at this stage. It would have happened by now. But if thirteen years of novel writing has taught me anything, it’s that when you work really, really hard towards a goal for several years, and then put everything you have into making it happen, the result will be a wait that turns out to be much longer than it should be – followed by disappointment. Then more work, more waiting, and more disappointment.
This is the same oft-repeated scenario that threw me into a wild pathological panic the instant CJ and I began trying to make Louisette (which, for the record, happened much faster than the average, which is 6-12 months). After thirteen years of (mostly) meaningless toil and rejection, I have a problem with waiting. I may or may not get over it sometime. In the meantime, I attempt to at least BEHAVE rationally – which in this case means not changing my mind at the last minute and spending four years of savings on a super nice boat instead of a house (a boat made of imported chocolate and gold, presumably).
So that’s where we are at the moment. Everything will most likely be fine and dandy in a few days, but right now I’m so panicky IÂ can barely dress myself.
I’d put a picture of our new house here, but with google image search you could then find out our address. . . . so that won’t be happening until I can take photos myself.
Puppies!
Louisette met two chevalier puppies for the first time this week, and the three of them got along swimmingly – with a certain amount of mutual caution.
Don’t you dare gazump me
To cut an extremely long and painful (so far) story short, CJ and I have stumbled across a house that is both lovely and (in this market) terribly cheap. It has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, and is only a year old. . . which is particularly amazing given that we only ever looked at three bedroom places that were as cheap and dodgy as possible. And yet, here we are.
We’ve offered a good deal more than the asking price (knowing full well we weren’t the only ones making an offer) and although our offer has been accepted it’s still possible for someone else to make a higher offer and get the house instead of us – it’s called gazumping, and it sucks (unless you’re a real estate agent and/or seller).
So we’re holding our breath, hoping all goes well until contracts are signed. We should be safe by this time next week. I’ll let you know!
Oh, and when we move – Louisette will have a yard to play in, and CJ will have a study again. . . . and thanks to the magic of a semi-converted garage (ie the fourth bedroom), so will I! I’ve never had a designated room for study in my life –Â but with Louisette on the move, it’ll be a lot safer.
Firsts
The first year of Louisette’s life has been VERY exciting, and as I tried to think of new and interesting photos for each day I took a lot of photos of significant moments. Suddenly her babyhood is over and I want to make sure I remember every second. A photo a day wasn’t enough, but it’s a start.
In Jan/Feb, she was born:
She took several days to open her eyes for more than an instant:
Another day or two to look at me for the first time:
And another day or two before she was genuinely awake for the first time:
She had her first hundred or so stories:
She noticed her own limbs, and was Deeply Concerned:
In Feb/March, she grew interested in looking at things:
Discovered the joy of dummies:
Would sometimes accept tummy time without complaint (it’s very good for young babies – to develop skills for crawling, and to keep the back of their heads from becoming too flat):
In March/April she began flailing in the direction of dangling toys:
Laughed (complete with joyful flailing):
Visited Hong Kong and Beijing:
Deliberately grabbed a toy for the first time:
Began playing simple games:
Learned the joy of “Ooh, shiny!”
Could sleep anywhere, anytime (including in a freezing Mongolian wind):
And discovered that her hands were both portable and useful:
In April/May she loved to fly:
Loved to sit up:
Realised tummy time meant, someday crawling – and tried SO hard to make it work:
Decided water, her screamworthy enemy, was actually kind of cool:
Impressed everyone with her ability to stand:
Held hands with A Boy:
And plunged headlong into the world of toys:
In May/June she began eating solid food:
Was fascinated by the pretty girl in the mirror:
Began using fine motor skills (I said BEGAN…):
Attempted to interact with the cats:
In June/July she began saying “Mum” when she wanted me to come, and was suddenly able to push herself up on hands and knees:
Could stand up with only a Jolly Jumper, a hand on her back, or something to hold on to herself:
Could turn the pages of her board books:
And had her official dedication at church:
In July/August, now six months old, she learned the joy of not sharing:
Learned crawling in stages – first she would go up on hands and knees and faceplant herself forward, then she began pawing the ground like a horse – and then BOOM! She could crawl.
This meant that when she saw a toy truck for the first time, she could race across a room and play with THAT:
Meanwhile, walking!
. . . drumming. . .
. . . and drinking from a sippy cup (which took a few days to learn).
In August/September she was suddenly much harder to photograph (too darn quick – but she now threw up only about once a week, down from a six-week peak during which she threw up a dozen times every day):
She also learned to take her books (and Mummy and Daddy’s CDs) off bookshelves:
Visited Questacon and Cockington Green:
Could pull herself up from the floor and cruise (walk along furniture):

She had her skin tag removed (from her face; all this is just to check all’s well – which it was):
Grew her first teeth (that’s a special finger-toothbrush daddy’s using):
Attempted self-feeding:
and taught herself to flip paper pages:
In September/October she couldn’t play outside for thirty seconds without choking on something:
Established herself as a climber:
Turned out to be surprisingly good at catching a rolled ball (it was another month or two before she was good at passing it back and forth):
Developed anticipation (of falling) for the first time (but could stand up herself by leaning against something):
In October/November she usually (but not always) slept on her tummy with her bum in the air:
Looked awesome in pigtails – but continued to have plenty of bad hair days:
Loved to stick her tongue out:
Was fascinated by her tiny cousin:
Was very comfortable in the water, but continued to try and drink it – all of it – whenever we encouraged her to try holding her breath and putting her head under:
Learned to drink her own bottle (finally – although it took a while for her to have the strength to drink the whole bottle without someone else taking over):
Heartily enjoyed Nanny’s swing:
And made significant progress towards consistently getting down from the couch safely (mastered it a month later, with rare exceptions):
In October/November she grew to loathe bibs (and insisted on finger-feeding herself as much as possible):
Could suddenly clap and wave:
LOVED the beach:
And was reasonably gentle with Ana most of the time:
In December/January she babbled constantly (featuring much “Mum/Mummy”, “Dad/Daddy”, “gat/dat/cat”, and the so-called Indian war cry – then she added “duck” and the occasional “dog”, and then became obsessed with saying “dat” – that – and pointing at things):
She went to her first Carols night:
Where she saw her dad play bass for the first time:
And instantly and obsessively grasped the allure of the stage:
She also began standing independently for the first time:
Could ride on her dad’s back:
On December 24th she suddenly realised she could walk across a room pushing her beloved car:
And then she had her first Christmas (and her first taste of ice cream):
On New Years’ Eve she put her face fully underwater and blew bubbles for the first time. Meanwhile, her top two teeth were coming through (and then another pair on the bottom, too):
At age one she could amuse herself very well for long periods of time as long as someone was in the room admiring her (being on the computer doesn’t cut it), and could last about two minutes properly alone before getting annoyed. She could identify photos and certain animal pictures correctly more often than not, and would usually self-settle. When she wanted a story, she would bring a book to us and attempt to climb into our laps – sometimes grabbing our hand and forcibly placing the book in it. She could climb onto some couches without assistance or props (yikes). She still drooled a fair bit, and loved to put everything (including her youngest cousin) in her mouth.
On 2 January she attempted her first solo step. On January 11, she took her first solo step. This video was taken the day before her birthday (that is, January 14). And that’s that: Goodbye, baby: Hello toddler. A whole new adventure begins now.
Happy birthday, Louisette.
Kindle Review
I’ve owned a Kindle Prime (the old, black and white version) for more than a month now, and I luuuuurrrve it. I’ve been rolling my eyes at e-reader devotees for years, but when my Dad asked me to look at his I was converted in an instant, epiphany-style. One glance and I realised, “Oh. It’s a book!” (All the best epiphanies sound stupid when said out loud – I love him! What if we took bread and sliced it?)
The Kindle is just….books. A portable library that aims to simply let you read the stories and forget it’s there. And it succeeds almost instantly. I understood how to buy and read a book on it in about thirty seconds, and after five minutes more I was proficient in a few features. I actually use it to check my email (it can JUST access Hotmail, telling me I have email from so-and-so but not letting me open it – on my first few attempts it’d crash and at one stage I thought I’d broken it).
The page-turn buttons on each side are great, except I’ve had to teach myself not to accidentally press them whenever I pick it up or shift position. It also takes a little while to get used to a screen that’s not a touch screen (and having seen an amazing interactive children’s book on an ipad, I realise the lack of touch means missing out on a whole world of awesome), but these days I’d much, much rather own a book on my kindle than on paper.
I’ve recharged the battery only once, and was delighted that my kindle told me (in heaps of time and repeatedly) that the battery was running low. So if my book ever does run out of batteries, it’s definitely not the book’s fault.
I’m still getting used to the sense of how long a book will take to read. I know how long it takes me to read 100 pages, and I can instinctively adjust it for the size of the book and the typeface. But the Kindle is different. If you push a button, it will display “Location 456 of 987” (or whatever) but these make very little sense. I guess there are bugs to work out. Luckily, there is also a display bar at the bottom of the screen showing where you are up to in a book with a lengthening black bar and a percentage. This is brilliant (especially because it has dots for chapter divisions) but/and it changes the timing for each book. By now I’m starting to get the hang of it instinctively, but it’s definitely not as accurate when it comes to the inevitable, “Should I try to finish it before going to bed/work?” question.
Before my kindle arrived, I had a notion of happily reading in bed, not having to break a book’s spine to see words close to the margin, and not having to support the weight of the book with my arm when reading the “wrong” side. (Yes, I really am lazy enough that these things annoy me.) It’s even better: I can prop it up on its cover ($40 for lovely leather with a gorgeous look and charming tactile feel that appeals to my steampunk self) and use no hands at all. Oh, I like. (Speaking of steampunk-friendly aesthetics, I really like the black and white screensavers too.) Also, the book keeps my place for me and can bookmark other bits wherever I like. No more losing a vital scrap of torn paper and trying to figure out where I am without accidentally reading ahead.
Unlike the ipad, it’s certainly not designed to be multi-functional – but it DOES handle glare beautifully: better, in fact, than paper. And because the original Kindle is so old in tech terms, you can get one for under $100. And when your book is done, you can buy another one without getting out of bed.
I really, really love my Kindle.
(No, sadly they’re not paying me to say this.)


















































































