Our camera is broken
Luckily, we have an iphone. “We” meaning CJ. Which means all Louisette photos are currently taken when (a) I have my hands free, and (b) CJ is in the room. This is a pretty typical example (so evidently the loss isn’t the worst thing ever):
My job
In the afternoons, I pick up two girls from school and mind them. Louisette comes with me. The girls actually chose the two of us over several other potential babysitters. Louisette is delighted with the girls, and they are delighted with her. I have their mum’s permission to post this photo:
Is it any wonder I love my job?
Girls Gone Metric: She’s Ten Months Old
Yep, just two more months of daily photos to go. . .
Louisette has learned that falling off the couch face-first is something she doesn’t want to do. She has not learned that falling off the couch backwards is something equally unpleasant. But she’s pretty good at the wriggling-style descent these days, and can sometimes even get herself into position (tummy down, feet first) by herself. She has developed two distinct dancing styles, she can drink her own bottle without help, she eats mostly human foods including oatmeal and sandwiches, she feeds herself her own lunch, given half a chance she can and will undress herself and everyone around her, she can turn her musical toys on by herself, she can recognise photos of her Mum and Dad, and she has a couple of cute party tricks up her sleeve – including passing a ball back when it’s been rolled to her. Sometimes she even has good hair days.
See the rest here.
The Reverse Man Cold
I have what I call a bad cold – and doctors call bronchitis. I knew I’d been exposed to pneumonia, so I want to the doc to get pre-emptive antibiotics and discovered that, actually, I was quite sick.
My favourite thing about CJ today: Unlike so many spouses of either gender, he is more likely to overestimate my illnesses than the reverse.
I’ve been on meds for a few days now, and I’m on the way out of sicktown. Louisette is doing fine, although she does have a cold so CJ and I are watching her like hawks.
And here’s a random pic:
Yawn
I have a pretty bad cold, so here’s a picture of Louisette yawning.
She turns ten months old tomorrow, so next week is a picture week.
Monday Morning
Depressed? Scared? All the goodness of your weekend ruined?
Here’s a picture of Louisette and two of her cousins:
Oops!
I forgot which day it was. Here’s a plaintive picture by way of apology for the lack of anything substantial:
Mummy (and Daddy) blogs
Last week, Mediawatch* talked about “mummy bloggers” – women who’ve had children and blog about it. Technically I am one. Unsurprisingly, as I cut down on writing and spend way more time with bodily fluids, my list of blogs that I read is switching from predominantly literary blogs to predominantly parenting blogs. Here are four that I like so far:
blue milk – very much a feminist blog; often M rated for that reason. Australian. It really makes me think about the choices I’m making in my marriage and motherhood.
crappy parenting – illustrated by self-described crappy pictures – all about the hilarious (and often highly disgusting).
How to be a dad – written by two dads (from different families). You know their attitude when you see the blood spatter on the front page. They do mention sex occasionally.
Daddy Doin’ Work – This blog oozes with respect for women.
*This is a fifteen-minute show on the ABC that basically comments on ethical (and often grammatical) issues in Australia’s press.
