You can watch Sesame Street and Playschool without getting strange looks from others. :D
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Enquiring minds want to know!
Genevieve has a new thing: she has figured out that if she points to something and asks, "What's this?" we'll tell her. Yesterday, she pointed to the overflow in Mum's bathroom and asked what it was. "A drain," I responded.
"Drain?"
"Yes, a drain." She was satisfied with this answer and trundled off to play in the yard.
This morning, we were on the tram. Genevieve looked up. A little voice, accompanied by a pointing finger, rang out. "What's this?"
"A handle."
Big grin. "Handle! HANDLE!"
"Drain?"
"Yes, a drain." She was satisfied with this answer and trundled off to play in the yard.
This morning, we were on the tram. Genevieve looked up. A little voice, accompanied by a pointing finger, rang out. "What's this?"
"A handle."
Big grin. "Handle! HANDLE!"
Monday, September 17, 2007
City life, alright
Living in inner-city Melbourne has its pros: loads of public transport (we only run the car once every couple of weeks to make sure it still starts), great shopping, no yard to worry about, the fresh produce markets nearby, plenty of places down the street that know how to make decent coffee. Having a gym and pool downstairs (which admittedly I only use occasionally) is also a plus.
There is a part of me that doesn't want to go back to suburban life. Sure, I desperately want to go back to Brisbane (and Wynnum is a beautiful place, don't get me wrong), but the idea of selling up and buying an apartment or a townhouse in the Valley or Spring Hill is tantalising. Loads of restaurants, good coffee, the markets in James St, the bus, ferry and train, not to mention the night life. There's a couple of hitches; we would a) Have to go into debt another $200,000 and undo all of the hard work we've put in over the past 4 years, and b) Be on the opposite side of town to our family, friends and Church.
God forgive me, I'm turning into a swanker.
There is a part of me that doesn't want to go back to suburban life. Sure, I desperately want to go back to Brisbane (and Wynnum is a beautiful place, don't get me wrong), but the idea of selling up and buying an apartment or a townhouse in the Valley or Spring Hill is tantalising. Loads of restaurants, good coffee, the markets in James St, the bus, ferry and train, not to mention the night life. There's a couple of hitches; we would a) Have to go into debt another $200,000 and undo all of the hard work we've put in over the past 4 years, and b) Be on the opposite side of town to our family, friends and Church.
God forgive me, I'm turning into a swanker.
My wee lass
Genevieve is growing up so quickly. She climbs stairs competently, loves playing on the swings at Albert Park and isn't afraid of the big slide (the little one is for babies). She speaks in short sentences, sings and can dance in time with songs that she particularly likes on Rage (Nick Cave and PJ Harvey have her transfixed, as does Kate Bush). Ben and I no longer have to feed her at meal times.
Shades of the terrible twos are creeping in here and there (her stubborn, independent streak is making itself known), though unless she's tired or not feeling the best, Genevieve is still one of the happiest toddlers out there. She is being moved up to the next age group at daycare, partly because the babies are being put in with the toddlers, and partly because she could do with some activities that are a bit more mentally (and physically) challenging.
Popular and new words/phrases at the moment are:
Shades of the terrible twos are creeping in here and there (her stubborn, independent streak is making itself known), though unless she's tired or not feeling the best, Genevieve is still one of the happiest toddlers out there. She is being moved up to the next age group at daycare, partly because the babies are being put in with the toddlers, and partly because she could do with some activities that are a bit more mentally (and physically) challenging.
Popular and new words/phrases at the moment are:
- Medicine
- Dinosaur
- Booger ('tis cold and flu season, after all)
- Outside
- Bye, bodies! (she doesn't quite have the hang of 'everybody' yet)
- Dinner
- See ya!
- Daddy's shoes
- Mummy's shoes
- Hot
- ABBY! (she loves seeing pictures of her baby cousin)
- People
- Baby
- Lady
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Our backyard
Our yard in Brissie is *humongous*. You could have a pretty decent game of footy out there.
I'm kind of missing it right now... Genevieve's current favourite place (and word) is 'outside! Outside!!! OUTSIDE!!1!!!ONE' and it would be nice to have somewhere outdoors to take her where I don't have to be concerned about whether or not I am dressed and presentable.
And I've also come up with an idea for the desolate patch of ground where the 70-foot-tall leopard tree used to reside. It involves a snowflake, assorted succulents, weed mat and a whole heap of river stones (exact colour yet to be decided). Tidy, attractive and the only thing that will have a snowball's chance of surviving during the current water restrictions.
I'm kind of missing it right now... Genevieve's current favourite place (and word) is 'outside! Outside!!! OUTSIDE!!1!!!ONE' and it would be nice to have somewhere outdoors to take her where I don't have to be concerned about whether or not I am dressed and presentable.
And I've also come up with an idea for the desolate patch of ground where the 70-foot-tall leopard tree used to reside. It involves a snowflake, assorted succulents, weed mat and a whole heap of river stones (exact colour yet to be decided). Tidy, attractive and the only thing that will have a snowball's chance of surviving during the current water restrictions.
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