More, please!

It's what all the cool kids are saying. :D

*headdesk*

The el cheapo washing machine in our apartment decided to crap itself today right after I filled it up with a load of nappies and most of Genevieve's warm clothes.

It just about sent me off the deep end. I kicked that useless bastard as hard as I could without actually denting it and punched the plastic lid several times whilst pretending to be Gene Hunt kicking in a nonce (go watch Life on Mars if you don't know what I'm on about).

The string of expletives that are on the tip of my tongue at the moment is not suitable for a family-oriented blog, so I'm just going to stop typing RIGHT NOW.

Communicating: one of life's little pleasures

Genevieve's vocabulary is increasing at a fairly steady rate and she is starting to be specific when it comes to telling us what she needs. A couple of weeks ago she started telling us when she wanted a drink of water, and it was like lightbulb switched on in her head; words aren't just for naming things - you can use them to get stuff!

Teething is a big issue at the moment (she has 4 molars which are partially erupted but are still making their way to the surface), so the other night she held her jaw and repeatedly said 'mouth, mouth!' until we brought out the Bonjela. Today's new request at mealtimes is 'MORE!' and she came out with a vehement 'No touch' when I took the clock radio off her this morning.

And another thing... Lately Genevieve has been repeatedly saying something that I thought was counting, though I wasn't 100% sure and kept it to myself. Ben heard her for the first time this morning and confirmed that she is indeed counting to three. My ears weren't playing tricks after all! :D

I think it's okay to be a smug mother right now.

Not a good day to be in the CBD

Every Monday morning, Genevieve and I catch the tram to East Melbourne to go to daycare. This morning as we arrived at our stop about a dozen assorted police vehicles (standard & unmarked cars, armed response units, paddy wagons, the whole 9 yards) came screaming down Flinders St...

Turns out that about five minutes before we arrived three people were shot a couple of streets from our stop, one fatally. The gunman is still on the loose and there are copters buzzing the sky from Southbank (where we live) right around to East Melbourne on the other side of the river.

Walking home was a little bit nerve-wracking; every time a siren sounded or the coppers went past, passersby just about had a heart attack.

Ah, the joys of inner-city life. :-|

Trapped

That's how I'm feeling right now.

///////////emo

Goths having fun

This made me giggle like an idiot. No further explanation required. :D

Home

I stopped in at the house the other night to tie up a few loose ends and just spent a few minutes stalking around the place. Going from room to room, switching on the lights and just looking. Even the loo got a gander.

Melbourne isn't home. It's a lovely place, but it just isn't where my heart is.

I want my house back.

New words

So far over the past day, Genevieve has come out with the following new words:

• Water
• Rain
• Phone

She wanted a drink yesterday and started doing the sign for milk whilst saying 'wasser'. I picked up on what she was wanted and she was very relieved. 'Wasser' has now morphed into 'water' and with all of the rain it has become a favourite word.

I'd better go before she destroy's Mum's photo albums...

It is well with my soul

Having my faith challenged or denigrated (often in an overly hostile manner) is nothing new to me. However, when it is done by someone who is considered a close family friend, it can be hard to swallow... especially when they expect their own beliefs to be respected.

But you know what?

I am who I am. Being a Christian is a huge part of my life, and I'm not going to apologise for it. If you push me, my resolve and faith in God will only be strengthened. It's okay for me to get cranky, because Christians aren't supposed to be wishy-washy doormats or fence-sitters; we're supposed to be fiery and passionate about God's love for us.

It's time for me to grow up and hop off that awful fence which I've been clinging to for way too long. The palings are starting to dig into my bum.

Dairy = eeeeevil?

About 7 weeks ago, Genevieve started having the most horrific digestion problems (trust me, the gory details are best left as an abstract concept). When we moved down here, I cut out as much dairy from her diet as humanly possible and she had about 4 or 5 blissful, explosion-free days.

Then, being the clod I am, I decided to feed her some yoghurt.

Ka-BOOM.

Hopefully things will settle down with age.

Hand me a pith helmet and a mosquito net

We're off to Brissie tomorrow for five days to spend time with family and friends as well as for business. Whee! :DDDDDDD

It's going to be odd to return to the muggy climes of South-East Queensland... our maximum temperature in Melbourne today is one degree less than Brisbane's minimum temperature today. Jumpers? We don't need no stinkin' jumpers!