Saturday, May 29, 2010

Big question

"When do you get old and die? How do you die?"
- BallFiend talking to DeepSpice, during the nightly settling-BallFiend-ready-for-sleep routine.
...and in case this ever happens to anyone else, DeepSpice's reply: "That's too a big question to answer when you are just going to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow." seemed to work quite well.
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Sog

"But how did the floor get all sog?"
- BallFiend, on seeing me mop up water spilled from Thumper's cup.
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Smoking macaroni

I made macaroni cheese for dinner last night... thinking that it would be a huge hit with BallFiend, because after balls and balloons, pasta is his next favourite thing, closely followed by cheese. He would eat pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner if I let him. I got BallFiend to help me make it, by getting him to grate some zucchini and carrot (gotta make it a little bit healthy!), make some breadcrumbs by rubbing bread between his palms and then sprinkling the breadcrumbs on top.

But when it was served, he wouldn't eat it! For some strange reason, he doesn't like cheese that is"too-cooked". DeepSpice has since pointed out to me that BallFiend doesn't even like toasted cheese sandwiches or the cheese melted on pizza. Anyway, eventually BallFiend picked out the macaroni and did his best to scrape the sauce off. Then the really disturbing thing: he placed a macaroni between his lips and said "Look Mum, I'm smoking".

When I asked him how he knew about smoking, he reminded me that we had seen a man smoking at the tram stop that morning. I've have really tried to ensure that BallFiend doesn't see people smoking and in the past he hasn't really noticed when someone is smoking nearby, but obviously he has reached a stage where simple distractions are not enough.

So, to all smokers out there: please go and do it somewhere out of sight of impressionable children, thank you.
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Saturday, May 22, 2010

Peel that baby

"You just peel and peel and peel and peel and change and change for a long time."
-- BallFiend, on how to change Thumper's nappy.
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

I want a holiday

It's been a whole year since we last had a holiday and I really, really, really want another one. Time to get into planning mode. But there's a few logistical issues to contend with: last time we holidayed, Thumper was on the inside. Now she's a squirming, wriggling, commando-crawling baby with a toddler-sized attitude. Also, we barely managed to pack all the stuff needed for two adults and one 2.5 year old boy into our car. No idea how to fit even more stuff, now that there is an extra person in the mix, even if she is only 2 feet tall! Then there's the cost - the family income is somewhat depleted since I have been on maternity leave. Fortunately, most places that accommodate kids don't tend to charge for them to stay. Unfortunately if you want a kids-stay-free type of deal, we all have to sleep in the same room. And quite frankly, BallFiend snores! Plus if the kids are asleep in the same room, we would have to creep around all evening before going to bed ourselves. Not much fun.

So I'm trying to decide what sort of holiday to have, where to go, and how to get there. Drive or fly? Self-contained and self-catering or a hotel where we always eat out? Local, interstate or international?

I don't really want the hassle of flying, especially international - organising passports, delays at airports, kids vomiting on planes, taxis, currency exchange, etc. So maybe a road trip is the answer. That way the kids just vomit in our car instead. But there are some really great deals on international holidays to south pacific resorts... maybe it is worth the pain of getting there?

I usually prefer self-contained accommodation so we can self-cater. But right now I would love a holiday from the drudgery of cooking and cleaning. (I desperately want a holiday from the witching hour - if only a magic fairy would appear and do the 5.00 - 8.00 pm shift and get the kids fed dinner and into bed!) So a resort style holiday with all meals included would help somewhat. Although, with two kids, eating out isn't restful either - we constantly have to be on guard about BallFiend's behaviour, and to a lesser extend Thumper's.

I kind of like the idea of a Club Med style thing where everything is provided: no cooking, no cleaning, no planning activities for BallFiend. But apparently the resort at Lindeman Island is really run-down. And getting there involves a plane and a boat ride at the very least.

Another place I've been considering is the RACV resort at Inverloch. Sounds quite good, but no kids club, so we would have the pleasure of BallFiend and Thumper's company all day everyday.

And where-ever we go, there's all the hassle of packing and unpacking. I feel exhausted just thinking about it. Maybe we just stay home, hire a nanny/chef/housekeeper and relax as best we can.
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Monday, May 17, 2010

Spoon!

There's a story that my great aunt used to tell, that StompyDad loves to retell to the point of annoyance: that my mother "could eat out of an eggcup at 6 months" (or sometimes 7 or 8 months depending on the mood of the storyteller).

Well, I can hereby declare that Thumper can spoon-feed herself out of a ramekin at 8 months. She probably could have done it at 6 or 7 months too, except we never gave her the opportunity because we are using the baby-led style of feeding. Last night, she was having yoghurt and DeepSpice offered her the spoon to hold. She did really well - got at least 2 or 3 spoonfuls successfully to her mouth. This morning, she was having Vitabrits and again used the spoon. She was ever so proud of herself.

Maybe I'd better offer her a boiled egg in an eggcup for lunch? Although, my great aunt's story doesn't actually specify what was in the eggcup... could have been a chunk of banana for all I know.
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Thursday, May 13, 2010

In a manner of speaking...

"Mum, am I making speech bubbles?"
-- BallFiend

Clearly DeepSpice has been reading too many comics with BallFiend.
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Thursday, May 06, 2010

And she's off

Thumper is on the move. She officially started crawling at about 6.00 pm tonight. She is one day short of being 8 months old. BallFiend crawled when he was 8 months and 2 weeks old. (I know, I know, you're not supposed to compare your children.)

I was in the kitchen, getting dinner organised and looked over to see her scooting across the floor chasing a toy block. Interestingly she is crawling commando style, just like BallFiend did. However she has a bit of a variation - she holds her left arm across her body and uses the entire forearm to pull herself along with, as well as using her right hand. So far, she isn't using her feet at all, they just wave about in the air, kicking wildly, as if she is swimming!

About a week ago, Thumper suddenly started being really difficult to get settled in the evenings. All her life, bedtime has been pretty straight-forward: put on her PJs, feed her and stick her in the cot. She goes to sleep. Suddenly, it all changed - I put her in her cot at about 8.00 pm but she cried and cried and would not go to sleep. I tried feeding her more, holding her in the quiet, dark room, then we tried controlled crying. None of it worked. The DeepSpice tried holding her and finally she fell asleep in his arms. This went on for three nights in a row.

We were racking our brains trying to work out what was going on:
  • separation anxiety?
  • teething? (her first tooth started peeking through on Monday 3 May)
  • the cold weather?
  • unimpressed that Shaun Micallef didn't win the gold logie?
Then, two nights ago, I made sure she went to bed a bit earlier - 7.00 pm. And it seemed to help a lot. So I suspected that the unsettled behaviour was due to being over-tired when going to bed. But now that she has started crawling, I think that may have had something to do with it. Her brain working overtime, trying to put all the pieces into place to figure out how to crawl.

Ah, babies... a puzzle, wrapped in a enigma, embedded in a mystery.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010

aka Thumper

For some reason, Thumper seems to accumulate nicknames like some women accumulate handbags or shoes... or is that handbags and shoes? Here's the list of things we have called her at various times over the past 7 months:
  • Leaky
  • Wet and Windy Winnie
  • Button
  • Girly-gums (that one is GrandPaul's)
  • Bubba-lee
  • Winnie-woo
  • Winnie-poos
  • Skinny-Winnie (GrandPaul again)
  • Mini-Winnie
  • Winnie-Pinnie-Poo (thank you BallFiend)
  • Wee Winnie Winky (BallFiend again)
Strangely, BallFiend doesn't really have any nicknames other than the standard Aussie thing adding an '-ie' to the end of his actual name. Which of course we also do for Thumper, so these two cancel each other out.

Interestingly, the Thumper moniker that she earned in utereo -- due to the vigourous thumps I could feel from about 20 weeks onward -- still fits beautifully: she loves to lie on her back and simultaneously thump her feet on the floor and her hands on her belly. I can't believe she doesn't wind herself!
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Sunday, April 18, 2010

An argument FOR contraception

My last 12 hours:
  • 10.00 pm - getting ready for bed.
  • 10.30 pm - power fails, causes house alarm siren goes off. The internal speaker is right outside the bedrooms
  • 10.45 pm - DeepSpice finds a screw-driver then disconnects alarm back up battery to stop alarm. Thankfully kids didn't wake.
  • 11.00 pm - in bed.
  • 12.00 am - Thumper cries for a few mins, wakes DeepSpice (not me though). She goes back to sleep on her own.
  • 1.00 am - Thumper cries for a few mins, wakes DeepSpice and me. She goes back to sleep on her own.
  • 2.00 am - BallFiend awake and crying, DeepSpice attends. He got up to get water and lost his soft toy soccer ball (which is his equivalent of a teddy-bear).
  • 2.30 am - DeepSpice back in bed.
  • 3.00 am - Thumper cries or rather screams. I feed her. She screams more. I change her. She screams more. I feed her again. She screams more. I hold her to calm her down. Put her in bed once calm. She screams again. Repeat ad infinitum.
  • 3.45 am - put her in bed anyway.
  • 3.50 am - still screaming. DeepSpice tries patting and uses 'hypnosis' talk.
  • 4.00 am - Thumper gradually calms... just 'cry-murmuring' now. DeepSpice back in bed.
  • 4.15 am - Thumper screaming again. DeepSpice resumes settling.
  • 4.30 am - Thumper quiet, but still awake.
  • 4.40 am - I'm asleep.
  • 6.00 am - Thumper crying. I feed her.
  • 6.45 am - I'm asleep, Thumper next to me, presumably asleep too.
  • 7.50 am - BallFiend wakes and calls out "Mum and Dad, can I please get up?!?".
  • 8.00 am - assist BallFiend with toileting (a big poo! Thank goodness it wasn't in his pants!).
  • 8.15 am - serve BallFiend and my breakfast, make porridge for Thumper.
  • 8.30 am - DeepSpice gets up. Feeds Thumper porridge.
  • 9.00 am - DeepSpice changes Thumper's nappy.
  • 9.15 am - write this post.
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Thumper, a post just for you!

My dear second child is already suffering from classic second child syndrome... not many photos taken, only gets a passing mention in this blog, lies around waiting (and very occasionally crying) while her mother or father attend to her older sibling before her needs are met.
Poor Thumper. Well this post is just for you...

First, I want you to know that despite the lack of recorded history about your life thus far, you are not neglected and are very much loved. Usually if we get a minute together, I spend it playing with you rather than writing about you or attempting to photograph you. Anyway, attempts to take photos are often thwarted by my poor photography skills or sometimes by your older brother stealing the limelight, or simply demanding attention. Unfortunately he is mobile, so tends to bump into stuff, hurt himself and cry. Soon you will be mobile too, then you can get your own back.


So Thumper, here is your 7 month old report card. it was meant to be a 6 month old report, but I didn't get time to do it and now here we are, a month (and a week!) later, and I am finally writing about your life so far...

Growth and development

Physically, you are long (ie. tall, except you don't stand up yet). When you were measured at 5.5 months of age you were 65 cm in length, only 1.5 cm shorter than your brother was when he was the same age, yet you weighted 6550g, which is 800g less than your brother was at the same age. So tall and skinny, except for your gorgeous, chubby thighs!

You passed all the developmental tests at your last Maternal & Child Health Nurse assessment with flying colours. As she noted in your health record book "development = age". In other words, you are normal. I could have told her that... only need to look at you!

Health

Your health has been excellent - just one minor bout of the snuffles a few months ago, not even serious enough to call it a cold. You contracted this from your brother - he did have a cold and shared the germs with you during one of the many times that he was cuddling and kissing you. Other than that, you still have reflux and we kept you on the medication for it (Losec) until you were 6 months old. Then the bottle ran out and we decided to see how you went without it. After a week, you seemed to be coping fine, so we didn't buy another bottle. You still have the occasional spit-up (sometimes with 'solids' food mixed in with it, which is quite yuck!) and quite often have 'silent reflux' but it doesn't seem to trouble you anymore. However, you still need a good burp after a feed. They are often impressively loud!

Accidents and Bumps

I'm sorry to say that you have suffered a few knocks. BallFiend can be a bit rough at times, not intentionally, but toys get thrown and occasionally connect with your head. Or a round of rather vigorous cuddling see you knocked over or squashed. The scariest time was when you were 18 weeks old (12 January 2010) and BallFiend fell on your neck. It was a hot day and you were lying on the back deck, in the nuddie, having a kick. BallFiend was also galumphing about when he tripped over, his knee landing somewhere on your neck/chest. You were winded for about 10 minutes - making this short, sharp crys. My finger was hovering over the phone ready to dial 000, but after a while you got your breath back and were fine.

Unfortunately you have endured occasional aggression from BallFiend. The first ever time was on xmas day 2009 when he smacked you on the forehead. It was late and we had been out all day at VolubleK's house and he was tired and you were crying (you were tired too). He only hit you because he wanted to talk to me and your crying was distressing him. Since then, you have been hit on no more than 5 occasions - in each case, it has been when BallFiend has been tired and has had trouble controlling his emotions. He is only 3.5 years old after all.

I have to own up to bumping your noggin myself on two occasions - both in the past fortnight: once when getting you into the car, I bumped your head on the car door; and another time when I was picking you up off the floor I bumped your head on the bookshelf! So sorry about that. If it's any consolation, you didn't cry for long and you still seem to be incredibly intelligent! You should also know that the day before I bumped your head on the bookshelf you did the very same thing to yourself when you rolled over.


Gettin' goin'

You first rolled from your tummy onto your back when you were just 15 weeks old (23 December 2009), but that was more an accident than done with intention. You are much better at it now, but it still often happens by accident and you always look very surprised to find yourself staring at the ceiling.

A couple of weeks ago, you rolled from your back onto your tummy for the first time. But you still haven't mastered this trick yet, and have only done it a handful of times since.

Apart from rolling, you are becoming increasingly mobile -- not crawling as such, but wriggling across the floor by several methods. The first way you started to move, when you were about 23 weeks old, was lying on your back and using your heels to pull yourself across the floor. Here's what I posted on Facebook on 22 February 2010:
Thumper is slowly creeping across the floor whilst lying on her back, using her feet to pull her body along. She is now half-way under the coffee table!
Then you learned how to spin 180 degrees whilst on your tummy. By combining rolling, spinning and wriggling, you could really move around a bit - often travelling about 60 cms in half an hour. Then you learned how to move backwards when lying on your tummy by pushing with your arms. This is a recent trick and you still don't seem to be able to do it intentionally. You get very cross when a toy that is just out of reach gets further and further away as you creep backwards, when I can see in your mind you feel like you should be moving forwards. Sometimes you get stuck, backed up against a couch or table and then you alert us that you need rescuing with a loud, grumpy wail. It always give us a bit of a laugh!

Eating

You started eating 'solids' (ie. food other than breastmilk) when you were nearly 6 months old. We are using the 'baby-led solids' method and since you were about 4 months old, DeepSpice and I had been sitting you on our laps whilst we ate so you could join in the meal. When you were 23 weeks old (14 February 2010), you grabbed a floret of broccoli from one of our plates and chomped away like a pro! And you have never looked back. You love joining in at meal times, sitting up in the high chair and grinning away whilst you shove food into your mouth, much of it gets swallowed too (we see the evidence in your nappies!). It is clear from the look on your face that you feel that you are very grown up when you join in family meals.

Overall, it is great that you are so happy to feed yourself - I really appreciate that I don't have to sit around and spoon-feed you all the time. We tried baby-led solids with BallFiend too, but he wanted to be waited upon, hand and foot, and would only eat when spoon-fed - very time consuming! The only down-side to letting you feed yourself is the enormous mess!

Things you eat include:
  • porridge for breakfast (we usually do spoon-feed you this, as it's a bit hard to pick up with your hands)
  • bread or rice crackers with avocado or cream cheese spread on them
  • whatever we all eat for dinner - last night was steak, steamed vegies and mashed potato. Other times, you have had trevally or salmon, stir-fried vegies, roasted vegies (you love sweet potato and pumpkin!)
  • sticks of cucumber (these seem to be your favourite at the moment - perhaps because you are teething? Although there is no sign of teeth yet)
  • fresh fruit - banana, nectarine, apple, peach, pear, etc.

Talking

You make all sorts of interesting sounds these days, not just crying anymore. At about 4 months you went through the typical stage of 'crowing' and occasionally you still make these noises. You have a funny laugh made by rapidly inhaling and exhaling. A different funny laugh made by a sharp inhale of breath that sounds like 'Eeeeee!" BallFiend loves to mimic this in an effort to get you to do it again. Sometimes you screw up your nose and snort, again inhaling and exhaling for greater effect. You have also started to do a more child/adult type of laugh - of the 'ha ha ha' kind.

Another favourite sound is blowing raspberries, which you learned to do from watching your big brother. Usually you just make raspberries using your lips and tongue, but you have also learned to blow them on the back of your hand, after watching BallFiend blow raspberries on his arm. You are a great copy-cat!

DeepSpice and I have been doing baby sign language with you since you were about 5 months old (just as we did with BallFiend), and to our great delight, you started signing back almost straight away! At about 6 months of age, you signed "mum" and "eat" on the same day, a week or so later you signed "drink". BallFiend didn't sign back till about 9 - 10 months of age. His first sign was 'milk" closely followed by "ball", no surprises there!

Sleeping and waking

Your day (often!) goes something like this...

4.30 am - 5.30 am -- wake for a breastfeed and then go back to sleep (usually in bed with mum and dad)

7.00 - 8.00 am -- wake up, breastfeed

8.00 am -- breakfast (usually porridge), play

9.30 am -- usually a quick breastfeed, then back to bed for a morning nap

12.00 pm -- breastfeed then lunch, play

1.30 pm -- back to bed for an afternoon nap

3.30 or 4.00 pm -- wake, breastfeed, play

5.00 pm -- short nap before dinner

6.00 pm -- breastfeed then dinner, play

7.30 pm -- into pyjamas, ready for bed, breastfeed

8.00 - 8.30 pm -- off to bed.

Of course, often your preferred sleep times are messed up because we have to go out to drop BallFiend off at or pick him up from creche, kindergarten, kinder circus, or because we are going out to playgroup or shopping.

You are an incredibly resilient little thing, even when you are tired out from missing your naps, you don't scream and wail, you just nap in the car or pram as much as you can, then power on... even if you only get a 15 - 30 minute nap. It never ceases to amaze me, because when BallFiend was your age, my life revolved around settling him off to sleep, tiptoeing around so as not to wake him and scheduling all our activities around his sleep times. Since birth you have always had the ability to self-settle off to sleep and all I can say is that this is wonderful! Both you and I are better rested because of it.

However, it is not all roses... throughout your short life you have had many bouts of waking during the night. This is fair enough until you are 12 - 16 weeks - all little babies need to wake for a feed. In fact, you surprised us greatly when you slept through the night (9 hours!) when you were only a week or two old. Since then you have often slept through (at first 9.00 pm to 5.00 am, then as you got older from 8.00 pm to 7.00 am). But you also keep us on our toes. Just when we get used to full nights of sleep, you go through a period of waking at 4.00 am every night, or 12.00 am, or 2.00 am. No idea why. Sometimes you are hungry but often not... sometimes you just wake up. A week ago, you went through a stage of crying out loudly in your sleep but not actually waking up. One night you screamed at 11.30 pm, 12.00 am, 2.00 am, and 5.00 am, all without ever actually waking up. If only your dad and I could have slept through it too! The next morning we were utterly exhausted and having BallFiend wake at 6.30 am didn't help!

Still, overall, we are getting a lot more sleep than we were expecting.

Interests

As is typical of a baby your age, you are interested in everything! Most things are explored by your mouth. Your current favourite things to gum are the foam puzzle-shaped floor mats and shoes. I wonder if you are going to have a major shoe obsession? Whenever you see a new shoe, you try and chew on it! Lucky for you, you have been given a lot of hand-me-down clothes from LittleMissL, LittleMissP and PetitAmi, including bags and bags of shoes!!

Another major interest is watching BallFiend. You never seem to tire of watching him jump and run about, and I can see from the glint in your eye and the grin on your face that you are desperate to be able to move so you can go with him. Watching the two of you interact is sheer delight. BallFiend makes a silly face, or nuzzles your tummy with his nose, plays with a toy in front of you or even just laughs and in response you laugh like crazy too. It is gorgeous to watch. I never expected that BallFiend would enjoy playing with you so much. I thought the age difference would mean he would have little interest in you. I can only hope that your close relationship continues as both of you grow older.

You love to have songs sung to you - your favourite seems to be "Humpty Dumpty". You also seem to enjoy it when I sing "The Grand Old Duke Of York" and lift you up and down in time with the lyrics. In fact any time you get picked up and whizzed around in the air makes you giggle like crazy.

You also like to kick - whether lying on the floor or sitting in your high chair, your little legs are constantly kicking. If you are in the high chair all we see above the table top is your body jiggling about; but a glance under the table and we see you chubby little legs kicking away.

Another favourite game is 'peekaboo' - it always gets an up-roarious laugh out of you. Both BallFiend and I play this with you.


Anyway, that's probably enough of my waffling on for now. Keep up with the good work, but please don't grow up too quickly!
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Friday, April 09, 2010

Bad bananas

We always have at least 2 over-ripe bananas in the house these days. We buy a bunch of quite green ones, because everyone eats lots. But inevitably, they all ripen suddenly and are past the point of being nice to eat in the blink of an eye.

I am getting bored with making (and eating) banana cake/bread; and banana milkshakes only use up one or two at a time. So I did a search on the Web for other recipes that use up old bananas. I found this one for Banana choc-chip biscuits.

It sounded good, so BallFiend and I tried it out this afternoon.

They looked good, they smelled good...
They taste terrible! Rubbery, not crunchy and the flavour is rather blah. Needs to be sweeter.
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Monday, April 05, 2010

The anatomy of a table

BallFiend: "Where is the head of the table?"
Me: "You're sitting at it."
BallFiend: "Where's the foot of the table? Is that the foot?" (pointing at the other end of the table)
DeepSpice: "No, that's the head of the table too."
BallFiend: "Why are they both the head?"
Me: "That's just what they are called.
Thumper: Ahhh-waaa!
StompyDad: "It's funny isn't it... I'd never thought about it that way before..."
BallFiend: "Where's the table's feet?"
Me: Tables don't have feet. They have legs though..."

Dinner conversation at our place this evening.
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Saturday, April 03, 2010

Nipples, part 2

BallFiend: "Gran, why do you have nipples?

Gran: "When I had a baby, I breastfed him."

BallFiend: "So why do you have nipples now?"

Gran: "Everyone has nipples."

BallFiend: "Are you going to have another baby?"

Gran: "No, I'm not going to have another baby."

BallFiend: "But you might have another baby.

Gran (with emphasis): "No. I'm not going to have another baby."

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Monday, March 29, 2010

Nipples, part 1

Why do babies have nipples?
-- BallFiend, whilst watching me dress Thumper.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

Snail-girl

"Look Mum! Thumper's a snail!"
- BallFiend
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Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Have a ball at the Zoo



Went to the Zoo today with several other playgroup mums (ArizonaGal, The Bibliophile, The Seamstress, The Librarian and HM) and between us our eleven!!! offspring (BallFiend, Thumper, LittleMissL, MasterS, MasterW, LittleMissIz, MasterF, LittleMissF, MasterL, MasterM and MasterT).

The main purpose of the visit was to see Mali, the baby elephant, but also to have a change from 'the usual' (a local playground). The plan was to meet at the Elephant Barn at 10.30 am and see Mali when she was brought out at 11.00 am.

I was aiming to get to the Zoo by 9.30 am and see a few things beforehand. However, despite rushing around the house since about 8.00 am, we only just managed to make the 9.59 am train. On our way to the elephant area, we stopped off to see a few animals - the platypus, the meer cats and the tiger. Then, whilst walking along the Elephant Trail, just as we were passing the tiger enclosure, we met up with The Seamstress and her boys MasterL and MasterM.

We continued on together, past some very inquisitive pelicans, and arrived at the Elephant Barn right on 10.30 am, to find ourselves at the end of a very long queue. In the queue ahead of us were Jovial Jo with MasterW and LittleMissIz and even closer to the front of the queue ArizonaGal with LittleMissL and MasterS.

We waited half an hour in order to (eventually!) see Mali for 5 minutes along with 150 other people, before we were moved on so the next 150 people could come and do the same.

Mali, the 6-week old baby elephant, out for a stroll.

Might as well have watched a video really. But I do understand why the Zoo has such limited viewing times... Mali is only 6 weeks old after all! I did the same with my 6 week old babies - tried to protect them from too much excitement and ensure they got the rest they needed. But it was a long time to wait - especially for a bunch of three year olds. I was very impressed with how patient BallFiend was.

After Mali, we went on to see lots more: Orangutans, Seals and Little Penguins with the other playgroup friends. Then we all stopped at the cafe for lunch. After lunch, most of the others went home but The Seamstress and I (with our kids) continued on to see the Gorillas, Monkeys and other primates, a crocodile (of sorts), Lions, and Giant Tortoises.

BallFiend and MasterL

And then there was one - just me with BallFiend and Thumper (as The Seamstress needed to take MasterM home for a nap). We decided to stay and see some more, starting with the Reptiles and Frogs. After a stop-off for a hard-earned icypole, we went on to see the Bears, Big Cats, Turtles, Lemurs and finally the Giraffe and Zebras. By this point I was exhausted so we headed for the train station.

So, with all these exciting things to see - I'm sure you are wondering what was the highlight of the day for BallFiend? Was it the Lions (he is a Leo), was it the Bears (nearly - they had a ball toy in their enclosure and he couldn't understand why they weren't constantly playing with it), or was it the Giant Tortoises, which were 'this big'.

BallFiend explaining
just how big the Giant Tortoises are.

No, of course not... on our way to the exit, along the Main drive, BallFiend found a ball, surprise, surprise. A small, black one about the size of a walnut. "Can I keep it Mama?" he asked. (He calls me 'mama' whenever he is around MasterL or LittleMissZ who both call their mothers 'mama'. He also calls me 'mama' whenever he wants to suck up to me.) He was ecstatic when I said that he could. (It crossed my mind that we could hand it in to Lost Property, but I didn't think a little plastic made-in-China type trinket would be something any sensible parent was going to bring the child back to the Zoo to find and I was too tired to be bothered anyway).

BallFiend's highlight from his day
at the Zoo - a small, black, plastic ball.

When we got home, BallFiend accidentally dropped the new ball on the floorboards and it was then we discovered this was no ordinary ball - it pops open to reveal a little man inside!

The ball pops open to reveal... a man!
BallFiend's excitement at finding the ball
was nothing compared to this discovery!

So when DeepSpice got home and I encouraged BallFiend to tell him about our day, there was not a mention of the Zoo, just a show-and-tell about the new ball.

Sigh.
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Monday, March 01, 2010

The Hexagon Hole

BallFiend: "Daddy, why did they put a circle piece on a hexagon hole?"

BallFiend had carefully counted the number of seams on his big-Earth-beach-ball and worked out there are six side panels capped by the two circular panels.
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Friday, February 26, 2010

Portrait of a scary-looking grandmother

Yesterday, BallFiend had his final ever appointment with the Maternal & Child Health Nurse for his three-and-a-half year old assessment. Gran came along to help with the kid-wrangling.

The nurse measured and weighed him to check he has been growing (turns out he has, surprise surprise). Then did a vision screening test (he failed the test when checking his right eye, so now he needs to be assessed by an optometrist). Then a couple of other tests to check his development, including the draw-a-person test. Suffice to say, he blitzed it!

The nurse showed him what to do by doing her own drawing of a face (circle for a head, two eyes, mouth and nose):
The nurse's original picture for BallFiend to copy (orange crayon).
The green ears, arms, hands, legs, and feet were
added by
BallFiend after he finished his own picture (below).

Then she asked him to draw a face too (actually, she asked him to 'draw Gran'). Well, not only did he draw the head, eyes, mouth, nose, arms and legs (which is what most 3.5 year olds will do), he went on to add ears, hair, teeth, eyebrows, feet, hands (which is something that kids don't usually do until 5 or 6 years of age).

A portrait of a rather scary-looking Gran with very pointy teeth!
After the test, he kept drawing, which is when he
coloured in the left eye and added the 'cheek' mark.

I was so surprised! He rarely shows interest in drawing, painting or other such arty things at home and when he does draw it is usually lots of scribbles; he sometimes draws when at childcare, but again it is always lots of scribbles. So watching him draw a face was amazing. Apparently because he added so much extra detail, it means he is very intelligent. But of course, I already knew that! Afterall, what parent doesn't know their child is a genius from the moment they are born!!

BallFiend then went with Gran to spend the day at his grandparents house. This is our new childcare arrangement: instead of him going to the childcare centre two days a week, he will now just go for one day a week there, and one day with his grandparents. They get a kid to play with, we get to save $80 a day on childcare fees.


A post-script: this afternoon, BallFiend did a few more drawings of people (said he was drawing Gran again) and this time he included a neck, fingers and toes. Actually one of the Gran pictures had two necks! Then he did a picture of himself, spewing. Presumably this is because, we had dinner with Gran and GrandPaul yesterday and on the drive home, BallFiend did a massive boke all over the backseat of our (new!) car. Poor him, poor us. Lucky for me DeepSpice did the clean up. Lucky for DeepSpice, this little former Girl Guide lived up to the 'be prepared' motto, by having plenty of wash cloths and a bottle of water on-hand in the car.

Still not sure what caused the vomiting. Dinner was Salmon Risotto, followed by a cheese course (Brie), and then homemade vanilla ice-cream! BallFiend loved the Brie and GrandPaul kept giving him more and more, despite DeepSpice and my protestations. So I reckon it was either a mild allergic reaction to something he ate (because there was also a rash on his skin), or (more likely) too much fat from the Brie.
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Monday, February 22, 2010

No shortcuts

At BallFiend's kindergarten, one of the fathers, who brings his son in each week, literally dumps his son and rushes off. He spends no more than 30 seconds inside the kindergarten, which is as long as it takes him to prise his clinging child out of his arms, and then he races out the door. If the child's back is turned or his face buried in his hands crying (which is usually the case), the father doesn't even say goodbye but sees this as an opportunity to sneak out. The poor boy sobs for the first half of the session and is withdrawn, and sometimes even destructive, for the rest of it. It breaks my heart to see this twice a week. DeepSpice took BallFiend to kinder this morning and after seeing this poor, distressed boy, felt the same way as me.

Before having my own children I was very judgmental of parents, but since having my own, I have come to realise that there are many reasons why parents do what they do. It is all to easy to judge someone on their behaviour at a point in time, without knowing the history that has led up to that point.

For example, I see plenty of parents yelling at their kids and telling them 'no'. (Rather than being the model parent that is described in all the parenting books: the parent who never raises their voice and instead of telling the child 'no', instructs the child on what they should do.) I have learned not to judge these parents (especially since I am one of them!). Usually I can see that they are tired and frazzled, and it is obvious that they do not always speak to their children in this way. Almost all parents of young children are tired (extremely tired!) all the time and tiredness can break the most noble person.

However, in this instance at the kindergarten, the behaviour never changes. I don't know why this father is in such a rush to get away from his son. But whatever it is, I can't understand how it can be so important that he cannot spend a few minutes spent helping his son settle in, followed by a tender cuddle goodbye.

There are no shortcuts in parenting. Children need to feel loved and cared for so that they grow up to be confident, caring adults. It is especially important for children aged up to three years to feel safe and loved - and from what I have read, this is especially so for boys. Children who grow up feeling unloved, unwanted and unsafe are the ones most likely to become thugs and bullies. A few minutes spent helping a three-year-old to feel confident now will prevent months and years spent disciplining a difficult teenager in the future.

The question for me now is whether it is appropriate to intervene - to speak to this father or perhaps the kindergarten teachers?
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