On Monday, there was going to be a round-up of our whirlwind visit to Vegas (Bris-), some yarns about some of the characters we know down there and a hugely hilarious (in hindsight) adventure involving a trip to the museum, a non-city driver, one-way streets and the subtleties of pre-teens taking the proverbial out of their non-plussed chauffeur.
On Tuesday, it was going to be an update on the house of lurgy, and how that trip had included the discovery that we were not sadistic enough parents to be truly successful at nose-sucking.
On Wednesday, there was going to be a very quick something JUST to get a post out there - it probably would have involved either a recipe for Chocolate Hedgehogs (and how I am unfortunately TOO GOOD at making them) or a witty 'Salina moment (aren't they all).
Yesterday, it was going to be all about the 150 day mark...
And here we are today - and I have my
Five months ago, Paris blessed us with her presence and has been a joy and delight (most of the time) ever since (especially when gives us a chance to recharge our batteries to enjoy her).
While she was an angel for the first 4 months about sleeping at night (surprising me that such babies existed in nature when she was 8 weeks old), for the last month she has not been quite as compliant.
She has fought a hard fight with oral thrush which we SERIOUSLY hope we have kyboshed this round - we lifted our foot off the pedal a little early last go round and it came back. I think that has had a major impact on her sleep (and spews and general demeanour).
Paris has also been on anti-biotics for the last week, as our visit to Brisbane co-incided with her getting her first head-cold. As her sister was a terror with such things galloping to ear infection, I subjected her (and V) to the torture that is saline solution squirts and sucks for the nose. It has answered a few questions in my mind about those rogue nurses who seem to delight in pain - it must be acquired from having to do such things to patients.
The good news is we didn't end up with an ear infection (and pink medicine). The bad news is we did end up with a lung infection (and white medicine).
As a result, she now understands hypocrisy (yummy medicine, nom nom) and physical humour (you gotta laugh when the yellow medicine gets raspberried).
We did attempt solids a little earlier, but have only recently resumed this experiment. While she LOVED the opportunity to eat (definitely my child), the much lauded "she will sleep so well on solids" myth was blown well out of the water, and we had a very bound up bouncing baby for a few days.
As a result, we will have to contemplate shopping for a high chair in the next few days. Last go round, 'Salina's uncle found a very old high chair during council cleanup and it was "improved" for free... It certainly took out the decision-making.
We will also have to contemplate other household improvements soon, as "rolling as a method of transportation" has been joined by caterpillaring. She has us lulled into a false sense of security by her inability to control which direction she actually moves at the moment, but I figure once she gets that bit out of the way we will need geographic barriers between her and electrical or plumbing features.
This little household appliance, however, has been a godsend in getting anything done! I had a sling (Slingalong sling) last go around, and it was so wonderful I passed it along to a friend. I am still kicking myself about being so shallow (didn't like this season's prints) and not buying their brand this time - I bought another far inferiour sling that is only now becoming slightly usable. However, the Hug-a-bub (pictured) I picked up 2nd-hand and it has recently come into its own!!
I know that I will never be that all-singing, all-dancing 1950s housewife, but I must admit a little humming did pop out while doing the groceries with her the other day...
And as for that other bright-spot in my life? 'Salina is going great guns. While she is also a fan of the hedgehog (not as huge as her mother or V, admittedly - mainly because we don't let her) she does a fairly good line herself in cake-mix, pikelets and recently dinner (a family favourite - pasties). The apron was a gift from her to me for Mother's Day - I love an apron and often buy them for others and am so chuffed that I now have one from her!
Anyhow - baby noises mean that my time here is done - "see" you all soon...