Friday, January 29, 2010

I am sure there are days

when you all wish you were me.

Today would not have been one of them...

  • started with a 3am handover from V who had (thankfully) changed the nappy with a new colour poo (the romantic things discussed),
  • had one of those "family" discussions where all vocal members were quite vocal and had input at 6.30am,
  • Paris slept for ONE HOUR at home which thankfully allowed me to have breakfast, peg out, put nappies on, wash up, shower, repack the bag and open all my important computer windows - but failed to give me any "ah, relax and read" moments,
  • got to the hospital 15 minutes late for the hip ultrasound - I had a time in my mind to start leaving allowing plenty of room, but hadn't counted on a phone call, roadworks AND a train to derail me*,
  • Paris slept for 30 minutes at the shops (I was there for 45 minutes - guess which baby activity filled the last 15 minutes),
  • catnaps were had in the car (she doesn't scream while I am driving) however the entry and exits to and from the car (we had 8 of those total in the "out and abouts" today) Paris made good use of to extend her range,
  • I found that Coles have joined with IGA and Woolworths in thinking that local cats don't eat fresh meat at all. Eddie certainly doesn't deign to eat that awful cat/dog stuff and is averse to canned and has certain culinary requirements. I am desparately hoping he will attempt to sniff at the fishy stuff I got and he doesn't get all passive aggressive on me!
  • I also got snitty at a Coles member of staff, as the "express" lane was blocked with one half of a couple chatting to the checkout operator while the other was "just grabbing a few more things" so went to the next lane (while singing to my screaming child - I had 1 item to buy and the cash in my hand) who was serving 1 person - only to have her put the "please go to another lane" sign put in front of me after waiting for a few renditions of that classic "la la lalala, la la lala laaaa"...
  • despite the substantial Daddy Delight at 3am, Paris did manage another HUUUUGE contribution to the ecosystem this afternoon as well - only took out a disposable (yay), the cute outfit she had on (buttons all the way up though - bonus no having to manouvre the head through infested clothing), the rug she was on AND the nappy I put her on to change it all,
  • any extra minute of the day had a baby attached to one breast or another - or screaming "lait, lait" (I have mentioned she speaks French, haven't I?),
  • When my heavies arrived home after school/work, they were empathetic (I know, thats not a negative point at all, but this has turned into a whole "this is my day" list),
  • gave my poor hard-working husband 20 minutes of bliss with his baby in his arms - she screamed for 95% of that time,
  • put her in the rocker in front of her big sister and she promptly fell fast asleep - no doubt recharging batteries to interrupt the whole dinner preparation/eating phase of the day...
  • Edited to UPDATE - I spoke too soon - she started screaming again 5 minutes later,
  • The usual trick of rolling her around the back yard in the pram failed but has no doubt put all residents in a 500m radius on alert.
BTW - she now sleeps - I finally remembered these tips that I got from a forum that I am on.

She still sleeps - even got to eat dinner undisturbed!

* - technician gave a good "eyeball" decision on it.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The January Files

Oh my - it has been a while - Paris is now 5 weeks old...

'Salina is back at school today (my Grade 6 girl!!) and so THEORETICALLY life is easier - only its not, because she is my right arm in helping with Paris.

I am also working today so really just a quick pop in to say we are all still functioning here, and already it won't be until late next week when I might have a day at home with just the baby and I - anyone else find they are so busy running around to contemplate sitting still?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

2010 and the long tales of luddite woes

Someone on facebook was bemoaning the lack of photos thus far in Paris' life. And I must admit photos have been few and far between.

Its not like I can just grab 'Salina's photos from the same age and pretend - 'Salina had a full set of Winston Churchill jowls below cow lashes, a definite browline and a mowhawk that set off black, black eyes. Said photos are so "last century" that rarely was a disc given with processing! Also, they are all in a box downstairs - amongst all my other boxes awaiting me to just finish the current project and get around to putting them on the priority list of putting into easy to locate albums...

Paris is a totally different kettle of fish - even the few shots I do have of her (and really, apart from the over-exposed one you saw last post, only those taken by Bush Babe are worthy of posterity) I have to consciously remember to print to even have a paper version to put into a box to contemplate albuming. Also, she is far fairer than her big sister, with her short back-and-sides is remaining firmly at fuzz length, eybrows so blond they can only be seen at the right angle, blond lashes (that will cost her a fortune in mascara options one day) and is currently heading a little more in the Pavorotti direction rather than Winston.

But I did not want to blog about the centre of the universe again today - well, not overly. Instead, I want to tell you WHY there are no new photos being generated (apart from the basic inability to tick any projects off the list).

It began at Christmas. We were anticipating a far more organised Christmas than most years as far as organising presents was concerned (yes, please ignore the wrapped presents on the sideboard still waiting to be sent to people - they too are waiting for photos). Waiting an extra 13 days for your big present will do that if you get your timing right.

Included in the stash under the tree was a set-top box for the family, and a bundle of iPod nano accessories (to go with the iPod nano) for 'Salina, all courtesy of Santa Claus (who was also strangely more organised this year).

Of course, by the time actual Christmas landed, the overorganisational capabilities of the parents of this establishment had been well and truly exhausted, but the fruits of such were ready to be harvested.

There was a great deal of glee in the opening of the gifts, and then - well, then there was a gnashing of teeth.

First was the accessories pack - 20 things to make your iPod experience better. Of course we knew that was a furphy to begin with, as 20 things in a pack generally means you end up with about half a dozen things and the cords to attach, but still, that would have been fun. No? How about 5 things? 4? Well, and of all the options, how many worked?

That would be right - the armband holder was a hit. Unfortunately the speaker system, the docking station and the remotey thing (hey, folks, I was only days post-partum and not the technician on duty) failed to even remotely work.

The batteries that were included (that would be 2 of the 20 items, no doubt) had not a snicker of life in them, and that would be when we could really pinpoint the right-hand turn into complete farce this particular adventure took - because then, V found we had no spare batteries (its amazing how a pack of 18 can dwindle when you take advantage of such riches too often) and decided to test it with the batteries from the camera. Unfortunately that also failed - but not in a "oh, turned it on and it doesn't work" way but in more of a "expletive deleted the battery is stuck and will not go in or out any further" way.

The good news is, V found some other rechargeable batteries in the back of the cupboard for the camera. The bad news is they were put there because they were the old rechargeable batteries taken from the camera because they no longer worked as efficiently as they might. This I found out AFTER the accessories pack had been returned to the store and the new (and not cheap) rechargeable battery stuck in the remotey thing remained stuck and no longer in our possession. In fact, this I really found out when a fantastic shot of the newest daughter was forever lost in the mists of time as the camera did its "dying swan" at the wrong moment and all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place in my befuddled mind.

It that were the sum of our technical disasters this festive season we would still consider ourselves ahead of the 8-ball, as we have a high technical disaster threshhold, especially during the festive season. You will notice that I also mentioned a set-top box coming from the fat guy from the North Pole?

That detail was not just to highlight in what esteem we are held by Big Red, but as a pointer to another future technical disaster - sort of like spooky music in a movie.

Back story - somewhere in Canberra a clever-dick has decided that the perfectly capable analog television networks must be all converted to digital - to stop planes falling out of the skies or encourage Martian communication or some such reasoning - and we must do it ASAP. Of course, this decision was made some time ago, and the timeline for this change has been stretched so people such as the family d'Paradise who never upgrade anything until their hands are forced have remained perfectly happy with the old system.

And we would have continued to be perfectly happy, except that the faint "things will change" government messages regarding our television have morphed into more panicky "things WILL change soon" messages, and the first market to brave the full conversion will be regional Queensland. This is how we know people in Canberra have a sense of humour, because if ever a market was primed to be such a guinea pig, it was not regional Queensland. So to the tune of Canberra cackles, sales of set-top boxes and plasma screens have skyrocketed in Paradise (and far-flung surrounding areas).

So with hand suitably forced, our first foray into the Digital Television revolution began - and ended - on Boxing Day. It seems that buying a set-top box was not enough, we needed to buy a WORKING set-top box. Also, there appears to be a difference between "Standard Definition" and "High Definition", although we don't know what as all information available is on the latter and we had the former.

It was a fun day in Big Smoke near Paradise for V, as he returned technological gifts courtesy of Santa and upgraded or refunded all to try for round two.

Round two involved many wires (some of which were pinched off other devices as there never seemed to be as many in reality as there were in diagrams) and attempts to tune - to end up with the same result - a non-working set-top box. We are unsure if this is because (a) it doesn't work, (b) we have wires configured wrong, (c) we need another part (like a digital antenna, as one online forum helpfully suggested) or (d) its just messing with our minds.

On top of that, our two DVD players have died sudden deaths with the humidity associated with bucketing rain and high temperatures (although one has resurrected, thank goodness), which can be added to the list of all stereo components save static radio that are no longer functional entertainment options.

Thank goodness for card games.

So - what gizmo successes have you had this season? Please cheer me with news of successes and allow me optomistic glimpses into the possibilities.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Two weeks and a day...

ha ha ha - looks like Paris being tardy in arrival is just proof she didn't fall far from the tree, because her mother can't even post with any regularity, can she?

Happy new year - sort of loses its whole impact when the new is 4 days on, but I can assure you, it is all new from this perspective. (Oh my - 5 days on? That slipped past me!)

I thought we had a routine yesterday. Ha! That was yesterday's routine, which sort of resembled the day before's routine HOWEVER it bears very little resemblance to what may happen today. Good thing with the wet weather and the time of year no other member of the family has to be anywhere or has to do anything within a set timeframe for the next few days, so our world orbits hers.

At least its not the routine she adopted for a few days over the New Year festivities, where the full moon meant howling all night long - that is not a recommended way start to a year, and therefore we did not officially start the New Year here until the 2nd - or the 3rd (or maybe it was the 4th?) if you are using the Christmas Tree coming down as a gauge (hang on, perhaps she inherited the procrastinating gene from both sides of that family tree).

So anyway, this year has been rather low key here.

  • lots of grazing (and I am sure I am going to hit the bottom of the junk food stash at some point soon) (oh, and Paris is doing her bit to catch up to the larger members of the family),
  • occasional "real" meals (which is the only guarantee in Paris' life - she WILL wake up when there is food on the table and a chance for us to all sit down and eat),
  • nappy changes (which still has volunteers from the under 20s here - hooray - which considering she is doing double-nappies at the moment is admirable. By this age in 'Salina's life, she was started on EC - so far we have only "caught" once with Paris but as I said, given double-nappies not so easy)
  • sleep (or interruptions to the concept of - over the weekend there were Sex and the City reruns to amuse, last night Matlock Police didn't quite cut the mustard).

  • and gazing into the grey/green/slate/brown orbs our little hypnotic star.