The sort of 4 month (and a week) update

Firstly, there WAS a post. It was funny - I laughed. It took all day to hone the level of levity required for the depth of the subject matter. It had some great concepts and words woven in, and I promised photos.


Unfortunately, Blogger decided that it needed to do some housework during one of the many baby-induced breaks I took during the writing of that post AND I made the fatal mistake of not copying the whole lot to somewhere else before hitting "Publish" - and the rest, as they say, is at the bottom of the deep Blogger Ocean.

So instead you get an update. And photos.

Here goes.

Paris is now 4 months, 1 week old.
She is 7kg and long - it all depends on how you stick the various tapes together as to how long she might be, according to the nurse who measured and shot her today.
She rolls. 10 days ago there was a baby who HATED to be on her stomach for the ordered Tummy Time. She is over that - put her down and you don't have time to turn around before she has flipped over. And over. And over.
	The thing that really irks her now is she can see where she wants to go, but hasn't quite worked out the spin and roll combination required to get there. She does have a mighty effort in moving forward while on her tummy, but has yet to learn that heaving the stomach off the tarmac will be far more effective.
	I give her a week before we have reached DEF CON 3 when we absolutely need to contemplate gates and put the electronic equipment out of reach.
	(as an aside, our Digital Television experiment has moved into the unknown - on the plus side, we have got a picture and the annoying buzz has disappeared, downside is we now receive no sound at all, apparently a state of affairs that the helpdesk has NEVER EVER encountered before. Glad to be breaking new territory for you, fellas.)
	She drools and screams - until today, I was blaming it all on teeth, but now we have medicine and an explanation for sudden tenderness in my bosom OTHER THAN oh, it must be because I am a carp mother and we have lost our magic in the latch...

Today I...

was going to do a lovely waffly post about what happened during my day.

It was going to be all dot point-y and had interesting information about pronounciation, grammar and the joy of laundry...

But then some of the things that happened during my day were down (morning migraine; dusk onset of sudden reaction to a little bit of cream; sad news not directly to do with me but that has and will affect us all a little bit) and so all of the up (present opening, walking with Paris in a sling to the beach, housework) sort of got a bit blurry and it wasn't as pithy as I needed - and so I scrapped that post.

Thank you for the lots of lovely ideas given yesterday. The presents I got today were not found in that list but were well worth celebrating my 37th (anniversary of my 4th birthday).

I got foodie stuff (I am the sort of girl who swoons in kitchen places); girlie stuff (both of the smelly and silky variety); electrical stuff (that has apparently been researched into the ability to withstand the hex that is in our house) and beautiful cards that make me smile. You get no photos because the batteries died...

We haven't yet eaten the cake that was baked for me, because the daughter who started my day at 2am decided her need for my attention was greater than mine - but I have been good and not investigated and will extend my birthday to cake for breakfast!

Anyway, looks like my football team have decided to add to the "down" section of my day so I will crawl into bed and switch off the light.

Oh, and the answers to 'Salina's riddles were in the comments of that post - but here they are again:

..On the third roosters dont lay eggs.number 1 was One knight a butcher a backer and candle stick maker went into a shop - Mum helped me make the "K" invisible because the K is silent - but it was there...
number 2 is that one leaves at 7 am the other at 7 pm.

Nigh nigh!!

Suggestions Please

V just asked me what I wanted for my birthday, as he and 'Salina are going shopping.

I have no idea... The things I really want I already have or are not tangible - or available at the local shops.

He then suggested I ask my readers what he should get a 37 year old woman with style - see why I love him?

Guest Post - Riddles Me 'Salina

One knight a butcher a backer and candle stick macker went into a shop and came out with 4. How is that possible?

Two trains leave opposite ends of a line at 7 o'clock heading towards each other on the same track. The don't meet. How is that possible?

The wind blows from the west. A rooster lays an egg on my roof. What way does the egg fall off?

Answers later

(Not) from the mouths of babes

(Dateline: Last Week / Location: Granite Glen)

'Salina had hurt her foot - you know the bit of the foot that is really tender, on the top up towards the "bunion ring" (her word for the sticky out bit of the ankle since forever) and was trying desparately hard not to cry too loudly.

"Don't you hate it when that happens," I said to her. "That is the bit where it hurts so much you almost feel like swearing. Should we make up a suitable swear word?"

Dash broke in. "Auntie Jeanie," he said, "sometimes when I am hurt like that, I use REAL swear words inside my head."

'Salina agreed that she too has a habit of internalised swearing.

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When I recounted this to Bush Babe she replied "and sometimes they don't stay inside his head."

He looks so innocent.