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• June 10, 2007
• 15:43

  They Call Me Finn

   » ‎ Finn Henry
  
  
  The Boy and the Big Red Truck by MarkOMeara
  

  Now and then Finn will tell me “They call me Finn”.

  I get the impression he is talking about the other kids at childcare but generally the significance is lost on me.

  Today it became “they call me Finn…because I win.”

  Sounds pretty good to me.

• 15:37

  Stopping

   » ‎ Mark O'Meara: the blog
  
  
  Stop Dogs Stop by MarkOMeara
  

  I had promised Finn an excursion today and we decided on the Melbourne Museum since Nicky is not all that interested in Scienceworks and it’s been ages since we’ve been to the museum.

  The museum was really busy today but, as we’d remembered, really vivid and interesting. Unfortunately Nicky started getting a migraine so we beat a hasty retreat and she is sleeping it off right now.

  All the same it was a nice trip and we’ll certainly be back soon.

  Lesson for the day - museums are not just for old things.

• 15:13

  Comment on lovely day for a walk by Mark O'Meara

   » ‎ Comments for Joanna's Ramblings

  sounds just lovely all around. I think getting out and about does wonders.

• 14:33

  six inches forward and five inches back

   » ‎ The Twinkle

  this is the other good thing that happened this weekend: we successfully expressed milk with the electric moo pump and special k did the midnight feed each night. it has been a godsend for me, although not necessarily a joy for k.  we might share it differently on work nights for k, but if we can keep sharing these midnight feeds over the weekends i will start to feel human and less permanently attached to the sticky little squawker. and i love that they get some peaceful, intimate feeding time together.  i love being a silent observer to their quiet moments together - not just the feeds, but the book reading and the general hanging out. special k has a real way with her, a completely different style to me, and i think that the twinkle enjoys her calming company.

  on the other hand,  i like to put on the hedwig and the angry inch soundtrack and sing and dance with the baby to rock opera songs about botched sex change operations.

• 14:31

  Playing Pirates

   » ‎ About a Boy

  

  John wasn’t all that happy but James commandeered his Texas Hold’em set to play pirates. I found him in the spare room setting up the ‘pirate ship’ with ‘pirates’ in the hold. Together we added the Crow’s Nest, the Admiral’s ship & some cannons. Now he wants to play pirates every spare moment.

• 14:16

  all i need is the air that i breathe and to love you

   » ‎ The Twinkle

  over the weekend i had my first moment where i looked at the twinkle and thought “that is my daughter”. how weird not to have thought that before.

  yesterday mr peabody came over and we decided to give him time alone with the twinkle so we went to the pub to see our gluefoot friends. it was really hard. it was hard to give him all the instructions on how to look after her right - wipe from front to back, don’t lift her up by the legs when you’re changing her, put her to sleep with her feet at the bottom of the basket, don’t hurt my baby or i will kill you. it was hard to be apart from her and not watch the clock and the phone the whole time. it was hard to tell people that we had come to the pub without our baby when she’s only 2 weeks old.  it was hard to come home and to still have him holding her when we wanted to hold her again ourselves. it will get easier with time, and we will also sit him down and talk more frankly about how we’re feeling about the visits. but it was exhausting in a way that some people might not understand. it might have seemed like we were getting a break from baby-wrangling, but it wasn’t that simple.

  and finally, i know it’s cheesey but i’ve got to tell you, the morning after the twinkle’s birth i looked at her properly for the first time and what came to my mind was kd lang singing “all i need is the air that i breathe and to love you.” it wasn’t really a love at first sight relationship but certainly that song has being playing in the background of my head for 2 1/2 weeks.

• 10:28

  lovely day for a walk

   » ‎ Joanna's Ramblings
  
  
  
  Banyule Flats 03
  
  Originally uploaded by nick_d1997
  

  Me and Damian and Sue and Benjamin are all booked in for our next holiday.

  Since Benjamin doesn’t walk, we are testing out various conveyances for getting him around. Sue got a bargain stroller on ebay yesterday, and they also got one of those backpacks with a frame. Since the little one is actually not quite so little, the backpack with boy weighs about ten kg.

  Yesterday was lovely. Emma and I went to Camberwell market in the morning. I then went over to Sue and Damian’s, fed my gorgeous boy, and then Damian and I went out for a walk. They live near the Banyule park and we walked along this path, me with the pusher and Damian with the backpack.

  It was a lovely early winter evening. As we walked, the sun went down, and Benjamin fell asleep. Transferring him to the stroller, we wandered around and through the back streets to home. Sue had been a whirlwind in the meantime and had prepared dinner - we floated down the driveway on the wafts of gorgeous aromas.

  It’s lovely spending time with them. I’m still floating on the sense of peace and joy of spending time with all three of them. Benjamin has started holding his own bottle - that seems like such a big step. Now that I’m more regularly there, and as he gets older, he knows who I am.

  This weekend I’ve been careful not to overdo it, but also careful to do something each day. Saturday was garden day - I got all the wire netting off the fence. Peter mowed, and we got a petrol line trimmer, since the battery powered one seemed to be only tickling the grass. It could be my technique. Sunday was a stroll around Camberwell Market and then our walk in the park.

  Today, I’m still in bed (although knitting) and am going to move furniture around. It’s a good day for inside things.

  It seems to be working. Symptoms are decreasing, mood is good, and I’m getting stuff done, which is never a bad thing.
  

• 10:27

  Mistaken for Ducklings

   » ‎ Mark O'Meara: the blog
  
  
  This Is So Cool by Casethan
  

  Although there is still much Gilmore Girls ahead of us we have taken the time to watch the first couple of episodes of Deadwood: Season 3.
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• 10:14

  the passage of time

   » ‎ Joanna's Ramblings

  On this holiday four years ago, my parents came over here (having failed to reach me via telephone) to tell me that my Grandma had died. It was the 9th back in 2003.

  I miss her at the oddest of times. We lived away from my grandparents all my life, so we didn’t have a lot of time together over the years, but she and I were a lot alike, and always got on. I should have spent more time over there, or on the phone to her, but I was too busy navigating the quagmire of my life. I won’t regret that as there is nothing to be done.

  Strangely, it seems that my decorating urges seem to pay homage to her house. My dressing table (I used to love sitting at her). My lounge suite (she had one very similar in her kitchen). The china cabinet, which will become home to her tea set.

  Perhaps there are stranger motivations for interior decoration. Perhaps not.

• 9:49

  Comment on Publishing on Demand by jojo

   » ‎ Comments for Mark O'Meara: the blog

  three - you were wearing a white coat.

• 7:46

  Monday Morning

   » ‎ Finn Henry

  It Monday morning and happily it is a public holiday so that means no childcare for Finn. Instead he bounced happily out of bed at twenty to eight.

  Once again he wants to go to the Nursery Rhymes (his name for the Melbourne show) and once again I have had to explain that this will not be on for months yet.

  Happily he is now distracted making a wonderful new track for his engines.

• 7:00

  Royal

   » ‎ Mark O'Meara: the blog
  
  
  The Purple Queen by ecstaticist
  

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• June 09, 2007
• 21:02

  Comment on Publishing on Demand by Mark O'Meara

   » ‎ Comments for Mark O'Meara: the blog

  it worries me a little than two people have already clicked on this link.

• 20:48

  May The Dude Be With You

   » ‎ Mark O'Meara: the blog

  Finn has a real talent for finding every Thomas website known to man and beast but tonight be managed even better and found a site of Space Robot toys.

  This had him insisting that we would play tonight. I could hardly fob him off with watching the movies since he is nothing like old enough. Instead I remembered Dude Studios so we watched a couple of condensed versions there.

  Lesson for the day - hoorah for the short version (for our short person).

• 18:21

  The Joy of Phrases

   » ‎ Mark O'Meara: the blog
  
  
  Pillows with Cute Phrases on Them by iirraa
  

  A massive shout out to Sue “Danger” Scott who pointed me to this wonderful website.

  Saying and Phrases

  I can’t get enough of it baby.

  Lesson for the day - the only thing better than a bizarre phrase is some idea how it came about.