Monday, September 3rd, 2007
In living pastacolour
Happy Father’s Day for yesterday, which in our house this year was also Dad’s birthday. There were socks. And there was metallic pasta art:
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Friday, August 10th, 2007
My favourite sound
Here’s Jethro a week ago today, a few hours after his hip spica came off and we got to ticklin’:
He’ll wear this brace for three months at least, but it can come off to change or bathe him (not that he’ll go anywhere near water yet).
Tuesday, June 12th, 2007
Gender Blender
Sage was lucky enough to recieve an email a while ago from Judy Horacek, whose wonderful feminist cartoons you would be familar with. She’d seen this old post which mentioned Where is the Green Sheep? which she illustrated, and thought Sage might enjoy a reading of "Growl" a book she has written and illustrated at the National Library. And he did, very much - it's a really lovely book about a toothily charming little monster. He rushed over to his Dad with it when we got home for it to be read to him, and has had it as one of his three bedtime stories each night since.
I try to make sure that Sage's books don't always feature active males/passive females and a world of unending whiteness and straightness, and I was glad that Growl is a girl monster - which Horacek talks a little about here. The first page introduces Growl, but it's not until the next page that she has a gender. Things being the way they are, this has apparently caused some surprise on occasions. Even after hearing this, and hearing the story read twice, Sage called Growl "he" when we were playing outside the library after the reading.
"Nah," I said, "Growl's a girl monster".
"Yeah, because she's a girl colour."
"What, purple?"
"Yeah."
"You've got a purple shirt on."
"I like purple. I like pink, too."
It's true. He's quite the metrosexual:
Although his dad reckons black nail polish is very rock, and not in the least poofy.
Apart from that it's just been firecrackers and looking at cats on the internet 'round here.
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
When you are big, this will just be a story
Jethro had his first operation last Friday. He didn’t like it very much, but is going OK now. It was a VERY long day, what with the operation, fitting a car seat and pram to his new cast and to cap it all off an MRI. Seeing that little baby disappear, terrified, into a giant tube was a bit more than I could really handle.
Cleverly, the hospital is designed so that you need to walk past the children’s cancer ward to get to the operating theatres. So yep, things aren’t so bad.
Also, there is an extraordinary number of sexy girls who work at the Sydney Children’s Hospital, many of them American. Is this babefest also on purpose? (The anaesthetist in particular was a knockout. Sorry, but it’s true and it had to be said.)
Monday, March 5th, 2007
just as well the little mammals are very cute
… because you inevitably have your shit days, doncha?
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
from our little milky bubble
When I had Sage I didn’t have a computer, and I didn’t read blogs. It’s very handy to have a pastime that you can enjoy in ten minute snatches in between tending to a tiny and very sweet little person.
He sleeps at night! We love him so! He’s getting fat, too, which is great. I like a fat little baby. Unfortunately so do the descending hordes of clucky Ladies at the supermarket who have lipstick on their teeth and giant sharp rings and want to fondle my poor little infant.
Also, I may never eat pumpkin soup again. I expect all parents will know why.
Saturday, January 20th, 2007
You can stop clapping now
Our little boy was born about 11:30 last night, after a mercifully short labour which was brought about with one of these (an ultrasound in the afternoon showed it Was Time). We’ll probably call him Jethro, and he’s a bit over 9 pounds.
Home today, after just 13 hours in the hospital and everyone is well and very happy.
Some more photos up now at my flickr page for anyone feeling clucky.
Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
Name that prune!
At Nabakov’s excellent (and until now ignored) suggestion, the first and in all likliehood final crazybrave Name that prune! competition is announced.
The baby allegedly due one week from today is apparently male. There’s a shortlist of about ten names on the fridge so far and nothing settled. I keep finding people have written new and ridiculous ones up there – most lately Owen’s effort “Fontaine”, which is very nearly the most heterosexually challenged name I have ever encountered.
The baby’s surname starts with “A” and the initials “Z”, “O” and “S” are taken. Knock yourselves out …
