tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650694789685157162024-03-14T04:27:29.324+11:00Baby Wombat & co.Growing up so quickly...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-77224209035414472332008-12-29T04:30:00.001+11:002008-12-29T04:30:50.095+11:00December 2008<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskf5lzDgt80-BbA3WxIG0bbVDfIxvK0_rcKVbb965M1YvlblOOsT5gIy8vruwFV7JYvNdIARxRaw1dW01iUedYVTpGQ_SitV5FBCjD1upcNGHXEEd_giKuwyjqtJQMtGWFnbCb83Y8GY/s1600-h/05e.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284887244740072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskf5lzDgt80-BbA3WxIG0bbVDfIxvK0_rcKVbb965M1YvlblOOsT5gIy8vruwFV7JYvNdIARxRaw1dW01iUedYVTpGQ_SitV5FBCjD1upcNGHXEEd_giKuwyjqtJQMtGWFnbCb83Y8GY/s400/05e.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tasty toes.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87Lzf6OAzEJTSb_hiCLWtRmqFHVF656mnaZT0NX8-khFPmmUJ_zrd9sH3lxeyVg5DuLkrKBx8S7nQP67PyIERXrKte-7EQyAr1MQLLGcqDmgd4lGEpRBW-0Z_lLMBh3qHF6zY6wDdbkE/s1600-h/17.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284887247290657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87Lzf6OAzEJTSb_hiCLWtRmqFHVF656mnaZT0NX8-khFPmmUJ_zrd9sH3lxeyVg5DuLkrKBx8S7nQP67PyIERXrKte-7EQyAr1MQLLGcqDmgd4lGEpRBW-0Z_lLMBh3qHF6zY6wDdbkE/s400/17.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trainspotting after a bath.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeaFuw6rk3qJJAjrXNoasy4QMVN2EUcKMe14sWBWbG5M4Gm1-_R0mpoKrZNrUWhdBxqO3UY2opcNlJzPWufI-CLZqDqoHnIP5EHUP_rOnPqHL5J0aSZ9gHDqK1zuRXpaKh4Zh47TMipY/s1600-h/21m.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284887253669471538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeaFuw6rk3qJJAjrXNoasy4QMVN2EUcKMe14sWBWbG5M4Gm1-_R0mpoKrZNrUWhdBxqO3UY2opcNlJzPWufI-CLZqDqoHnIP5EHUP_rOnPqHL5J0aSZ9gHDqK1zuRXpaKh4Zh47TMipY/s400/21m.JPG" border="0" /></a> Family picnic for Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_aoTnyd1BF0cfPVaKe_Sk4u03wCxBgfi0Xayrg05ygECagzYY1cDISH_2LPA_b5efJEj_031SU8SI9CJn92cHkNM3xxapymnzrdyvpsEPXvhT_WB_ajoNxrzE7mYpS63KfekQWOdh28/s1600-h/21r.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284887253367028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_aoTnyd1BF0cfPVaKe_Sk4u03wCxBgfi0Xayrg05ygECagzYY1cDISH_2LPA_b5efJEj_031SU8SI9CJn92cHkNM3xxapymnzrdyvpsEPXvhT_WB_ajoNxrzE7mYpS63KfekQWOdh28/s400/21r.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wombat and Yeti.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnDswLgcKQ5KRRqXczhvyVtwrTWa7vt27Ivs90WAV9AxIIuIPar2sAvIdt4VMIe8kVzzpeg7B6KdT553oChMpdxU6OijD8hO1uAXBihvO12EYW6JzZgcNZ7hXY5H53Hs5gDpAfJpnPnQ/s1600-h/25f1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284887256890908386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnDswLgcKQ5KRRqXczhvyVtwrTWa7vt27Ivs90WAV9AxIIuIPar2sAvIdt4VMIe8kVzzpeg7B6KdT553oChMpdxU6OijD8hO1uAXBihvO12EYW6JzZgcNZ7hXY5H53Hs5gDpAfJpnPnQ/s400/25f1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Christmas Day.</div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-29129842953382588212008-12-29T03:55:00.014+11:002008-12-29T04:15:15.087+11:00November 2008<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1QogG-3p3dN1_S1UTB-uapQkv5v3SjNYvCcXVw8mVTYWku7oQ3U5YaTbuT8WtY74neXdiXLEIlIAyn7eqFWysmnq8HDP3FppIDH2hb66ym7ItATxZvRhvWF-P7-nxeRPHkf_u70RzTU/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284890115815982498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq1QogG-3p3dN1_S1UTB-uapQkv5v3SjNYvCcXVw8mVTYWku7oQ3U5YaTbuT8WtY74neXdiXLEIlIAyn7eqFWysmnq8HDP3FppIDH2hb66ym7ItATxZvRhvWF-P7-nxeRPHkf_u70RzTU/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bush babies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTQ8u-i7RfbVQqjbbZp0tvWhZ0QY2pxZK_7961B2vpaPwn333AxGJzXaf1pmYzqIN6VwRjURq-DPUmOhyYkOa9n6OiOvhLz9yUcR3A3gE2IZCiz9IijS5GmUm_bx_1fZqmBmdh-mZGhg/s1600-h/010e.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eaUvNIhlylLeacxjXv5xud2GO9w8CmBfLg7der1bnFG3ios1niSwbNsSU7ePo_vXAsjfjzgZQGJq4Q41zsew6w5ZqOLUzR5_FEMLpFch-vqS4ohDNj4MZ_QWGYRRut2CBOuJl5bB6cU/s1600-h/021b.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284889599249931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eaUvNIhlylLeacxjXv5xud2GO9w8CmBfLg7der1bnFG3ios1niSwbNsSU7ePo_vXAsjfjzgZQGJq4Q41zsew6w5ZqOLUzR5_FEMLpFch-vqS4ohDNj4MZ_QWGYRRut2CBOuJl5bB6cU/s400/021b.JPG" border="0" /></a> The new veggie garden.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sQE2eXtfCBQLMw_UBZtIMoYeRZt9RMLAy4BRo8lOVwYSuLMsHtxYEaQ-WSFs5w4OTj0_k20UofTDPx_sKXV5IeKcTPHg_RHie5hbE4Xho7EQOmYUCpPjQNReVf3Q-E9DBeMNNe_x000/s1600-h/020b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284889591684295538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sQE2eXtfCBQLMw_UBZtIMoYeRZt9RMLAy4BRo8lOVwYSuLMsHtxYEaQ-WSFs5w4OTj0_k20UofTDPx_sKXV5IeKcTPHg_RHie5hbE4Xho7EQOmYUCpPjQNReVf3Q-E9DBeMNNe_x000/s400/020b.jpg" border="0" /></a> Smile!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzessr0fZi_oRadL8SfZaYxVWaiXdcSAg0VFVqm0_IDN5jJC4YDMHCy2iz_fZgByREtTmIQaSqYIXa7NhjxjfTQcFvwq9-KBQH8b6XAMQW1pIxadNI4D5zgVoGzUIPjKlt3JfepDUM8qI/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284889614344853026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzessr0fZi_oRadL8SfZaYxVWaiXdcSAg0VFVqm0_IDN5jJC4YDMHCy2iz_fZgByREtTmIQaSqYIXa7NhjxjfTQcFvwq9-KBQH8b6XAMQW1pIxadNI4D5zgVoGzUIPjKlt3JfepDUM8qI/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Decorating the Christmas tree.<br /></div><div> </div></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FgGfWAOhDPgvgaxTBOLRhQYaJPsxUgBN3bNik5HeKbUauvwsSrQjwgeZMybqfKDzzAiO8qnCLHAdUUp_KnOXHQflNAzb8mQZSzQsNXmEekwJCa9cpZ0LC7QaO_vWI_cMBLaW12NSOQI/s1600-h/030e.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284889620339013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FgGfWAOhDPgvgaxTBOLRhQYaJPsxUgBN3bNik5HeKbUauvwsSrQjwgeZMybqfKDzzAiO8qnCLHAdUUp_KnOXHQflNAzb8mQZSzQsNXmEekwJCa9cpZ0LC7QaO_vWI_cMBLaW12NSOQI/s400/030e.JPG" border="0" /></a>Laugh! </div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-33071317498114435492007-11-19T23:34:00.000+11:002007-11-19T23:56:32.854+11:001 year & 7 months23 September - 23 October 2007<br /><br />Welcome to another month in the life of a Baby Wombat!<br /><br />This has been a big month for exploring, and trying out new things. Here is Wombat trying on Mummy & Daddy's bed for size ...<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesc6R_C5UPwZdYIKyPE9gci6S1D8g8dFXcj2LIo-_-_b_r7890Lnr8_09XkLalQ1zOGIfnWMJ9PjDIlY4capUgY_GHfj_s-W3jzUwiGkj5eWDT6NNgq6MtOx7gm32mZIANLiZDqOG8AA/s1600-h/Dscn9556.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530994323388962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesc6R_C5UPwZdYIKyPE9gci6S1D8g8dFXcj2LIo-_-_b_r7890Lnr8_09XkLalQ1zOGIfnWMJ9PjDIlY4capUgY_GHfj_s-W3jzUwiGkj5eWDT6NNgq6MtOx7gm32mZIANLiZDqOG8AA/s400/Dscn9556.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> It has also been the month of the pointing finger.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpC3hoe_pMHwbsJWyNOB2xVxlUOND63m97GD76WloLZSjmwdcu6UGvJmS9-8xtEgqAaQLJiUyGb5XC6nYLKoeSkm2zbwTPAdpZJDBf8SueIx0UCVDoCIuvmlybAh4WmfzRaC6EQ10YHTI/s1600-h/Dscn9558.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530998618356274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpC3hoe_pMHwbsJWyNOB2xVxlUOND63m97GD76WloLZSjmwdcu6UGvJmS9-8xtEgqAaQLJiUyGb5XC6nYLKoeSkm2zbwTPAdpZJDBf8SueIx0UCVDoCIuvmlybAh4WmfzRaC6EQ10YHTI/s400/Dscn9558.jpg" border="0" /></a> And where the pointing finger points, Mummy or Daddy must go - or risk a major meltdown! He is so determined about what he wants at the moment. The only problem is sometimes working out exactly what that is!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tyW4heJr_PxlCJCVAIhl9_p-Cjh6113P3KkJ3zcPXCbSryn6I9AMeLvoRBx-cZv2aN3JtmS5LiSVWYYSz5ptSbMFSEemPuhXQn_NuXVfl0299A5_3TIH8xs_L326caYmms4o4qTna78/s1600-h/Dscn9564.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530998618356290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tyW4heJr_PxlCJCVAIhl9_p-Cjh6113P3KkJ3zcPXCbSryn6I9AMeLvoRBx-cZv2aN3JtmS5LiSVWYYSz5ptSbMFSEemPuhXQn_NuXVfl0299A5_3TIH8xs_L326caYmms4o4qTna78/s400/Dscn9564.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>He has become much more adventurous and VERY rarely stays still for more than a few minutes in the day... I never realised how much energy a little boy has at this age - I'm flat out keeping up with him! </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIjXLeZY9UHifeNW3ytVYG7y4rO22mjUnOG94nDE2S_x9mq0f4V-38BaNpxYVp_89RsQpppAS248weqCyFct3JbSNDUWZgS6h6P7L-OSGam_RSfaYCsWGy60PQUJTlA47H3i76L2IaMs/s1600-h/Dscn9601.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134531002913323602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIjXLeZY9UHifeNW3ytVYG7y4rO22mjUnOG94nDE2S_x9mq0f4V-38BaNpxYVp_89RsQpppAS248weqCyFct3JbSNDUWZgS6h6P7L-OSGam_RSfaYCsWGy60PQUJTlA47H3i76L2IaMs/s400/Dscn9601.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Here he is running down to throw a rock in the dam... </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQh2PRgqG-JFIZD4JQoRT8LhfC69jWwng_YHxnaFd33aDdJeV_ync-ULkEMy1hhBMar4I6Vo4FlAL2DVR0WBhqL-fKr8XENXWIIyNzNncALyNPHjybFk1AESpSJwQReLwZsmc09E90bIk/s1600-h/Dscn9562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530173984635314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQh2PRgqG-JFIZD4JQoRT8LhfC69jWwng_YHxnaFd33aDdJeV_ync-ULkEMy1hhBMar4I6Vo4FlAL2DVR0WBhqL-fKr8XENXWIIyNzNncALyNPHjybFk1AESpSJwQReLwZsmc09E90bIk/s400/Dscn9562.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Does the world look different upside down?</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSExNMLXbvIO9hZtg1hHu2Z62tgqSq9fHhSqElHhiNrGZwBhiXeIwYAclP9h-286Pc7-JTYP1_DRMjEx3VHlLxw17nkUJqdVBb7el8a1N9L8KyIdXa6SP0xDOvyIK6HrhD53GzO2_eP1k/s1600-h/Dscn9576.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530178279602626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSExNMLXbvIO9hZtg1hHu2Z62tgqSq9fHhSqElHhiNrGZwBhiXeIwYAclP9h-286Pc7-JTYP1_DRMjEx3VHlLxw17nkUJqdVBb7el8a1N9L8KyIdXa6SP0xDOvyIK6HrhD53GzO2_eP1k/s400/Dscn9576.jpg" border="0" /></a>Thankfully, Yeti has managed to replace the hot water system, because Wombat's new level of activity is requiring several showers a day!</p><p>Despite my best attempts to interest him in finger painting, he thinks dirt painting is much more challenging!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoom4sYwoCPtjj4a7mZRgZ3nOyt-wwXpULS7w56pfFaIa2e5AL2fcHq9RyAm0s3grhrtG4prEOE8emPfKbgYPW82n3EhyphenhyphenJFQyEJFrIBbW9ylXf_C0l0C1G-Q5vjjr25ljRWZvfsmQDb-8/s1600-h/Dscn9570.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530182574569938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoom4sYwoCPtjj4a7mZRgZ3nOyt-wwXpULS7w56pfFaIa2e5AL2fcHq9RyAm0s3grhrtG4prEOE8emPfKbgYPW82n3EhyphenhyphenJFQyEJFrIBbW9ylXf_C0l0C1G-Q5vjjr25ljRWZvfsmQDb-8/s400/Dscn9570.jpg" border="0" /></a>He also loves drawing with pen... I can't write anything at the moment without my pen being snatched away to make a Wombat work of art... </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzikxuHfYpulJBPrHqx9P7y34a-AC2aGAcAZBUxL09USJV2dLz2Ws0jRt4Bsn3DxLPmqdCCErDXGDvRaFCPi_6WAOBWSGSn4ltHWXl35NK5TIwFjWIsT5OP31LIeGSJ1Umxs0C5bKK7Eo/s1600-h/Dscn9578.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530182574569954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzikxuHfYpulJBPrHqx9P7y34a-AC2aGAcAZBUxL09USJV2dLz2Ws0jRt4Bsn3DxLPmqdCCErDXGDvRaFCPi_6WAOBWSGSn4ltHWXl35NK5TIwFjWIsT5OP31LIeGSJ1Umxs0C5bKK7Eo/s400/Dscn9578.jpg" border="0" /></a> He does have pencils, and even uses them now and then... but his own pencils are nowhere near as much fun as something indelible...</p><p>The Valco playpen has been expanded once again, with the addition of a wooden wall, so Wombat now has half the loungeroom as his play area - and free access to the bedroom (an important part of potty training, as that is where his potty is kept).</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiV7uEMkKafwJRHA6RkTNTdUbyR-CecJpFJTWqL-m9EhSCfPuPJsZX4lY1gFu9yUQxbe_cn7HtJAMrHxTJe70WM0yVdauCJ8saUEAFWwF_tuuxhjq_jfcx1iJjcKqXISLqe4YjipMb9U/s1600-h/Dscn9581.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134530186869537266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiV7uEMkKafwJRHA6RkTNTdUbyR-CecJpFJTWqL-m9EhSCfPuPJsZX4lY1gFu9yUQxbe_cn7HtJAMrHxTJe70WM0yVdauCJ8saUEAFWwF_tuuxhjq_jfcx1iJjcKqXISLqe4YjipMb9U/s400/Dscn9581.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is Wombat sitting at the table - in Daddy's chair - and reading his book to Mummy while she makes lunch. Favourite food at the moment is NOODLES!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R96UWKsXb_AkxVqv0z16I9qvysprR2WJEJSeIl-XslNPUGMJg6sCv67W7DaQu9BtA45kFVCc2usjEwQaF3gPqBENg1nNv0aP2Qbz2jjHL6AjKpIeT-BiJNoz2ysK3orZ0FYsaYAOV9E/s1600-h/Dscn9582.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529761667774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R96UWKsXb_AkxVqv0z16I9qvysprR2WJEJSeIl-XslNPUGMJg6sCv67W7DaQu9BtA45kFVCc2usjEwQaF3gPqBENg1nNv0aP2Qbz2jjHL6AjKpIeT-BiJNoz2ysK3orZ0FYsaYAOV9E/s400/Dscn9582.jpg" border="0" /></a> To further expand Wombat's horizons this month, we have also removed the end of his bed - he can now crawl in and out whenever he wants to. No more can Mummy sit at the computer and hope he will go back to sleep. Now when he wakes up, he is "waked up to stay up and wake up the day!"</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpQ22rnq5bUIUoYdb_21DcQW4IQL7oqZIHdHOhIpj6J8hGfNvnqbEsJaC5kRS7Hk1_FSkzsgypNnUx3E4pU4vpdFNC7xTI05W1kh2XP-17rNQNzzeZ3sKv8nctxw5fAk2SFfKZavSxvE/s1600-h/Dscn9584.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529765962742130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpQ22rnq5bUIUoYdb_21DcQW4IQL7oqZIHdHOhIpj6J8hGfNvnqbEsJaC5kRS7Hk1_FSkzsgypNnUx3E4pU4vpdFNC7xTI05W1kh2XP-17rNQNzzeZ3sKv8nctxw5fAk2SFfKZavSxvE/s400/Dscn9584.jpg" border="0" /></a>Though to Mummy's extreme relief, he does very regularly fall asleep and sleeps soundly - has to recharge those batteries somehow!!!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVjKExKy4-vchL1XF42moOfapZLX9Jxs24FVsw9xM-SQBm0ZjyQ8KCap2EciVcVuKlYRSffxyt-WTw0v46BoN18uuUAYIg24-GtCDvu6PENTXUj4pHt78GiZACkLC8A9oVEbJqODDjag/s1600-h/Dscn9588.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529774552676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVjKExKy4-vchL1XF42moOfapZLX9Jxs24FVsw9xM-SQBm0ZjyQ8KCap2EciVcVuKlYRSffxyt-WTw0v46BoN18uuUAYIg24-GtCDvu6PENTXUj4pHt78GiZACkLC8A9oVEbJqODDjag/s400/Dscn9588.jpg" border="0" /></a> On the teething front, Wombat is cutting his canines this month - I am losing track of how many teeth he has now - a LOT!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOm3CSY0umHhYusr5uk9qSuQrK9m-IiSSZll7AXzTp703I8RQXrilH3y9A76xWNoj_xWaO4DHExwjWfJzhqZ3JoXuAkUj2Koqec38BAkMu9jMUPa7KLeqUxxmQMVM3JZeLcfEHvftuZPA/s1600-h/Dscn9604.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529774552676754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOm3CSY0umHhYusr5uk9qSuQrK9m-IiSSZll7AXzTp703I8RQXrilH3y9A76xWNoj_xWaO4DHExwjWfJzhqZ3JoXuAkUj2Koqec38BAkMu9jMUPa7KLeqUxxmQMVM3JZeLcfEHvftuZPA/s400/Dscn9604.jpg" border="0" /></a>Although he is very brave about the pain (and is much more likely to scream over emotional upsets than physical discomfort) I do think we will all be glad when this latest bout of teething is over.</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIne5Fm9t9QqtOMXVX8zalMWX7Dvo4r3_EMYtE54WoO-ZD_QkbaARIzdzQE0fPcuRZ54uB_-z-r8YC_4jE7fCB2aBo362U6Y7goK_Wmc8U4MljxYREnhqrPrAPMGzVcdKuOi2TGXzbLg/s1600-h/Dscn9605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134529778847644066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIne5Fm9t9QqtOMXVX8zalMWX7Dvo4r3_EMYtE54WoO-ZD_QkbaARIzdzQE0fPcuRZ54uB_-z-r8YC_4jE7fCB2aBo362U6Y7goK_Wmc8U4MljxYREnhqrPrAPMGzVcdKuOi2TGXzbLg/s400/Dscn9605.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-76192258234860245162007-09-24T14:38:00.000+10:002007-09-30T08:13:56.815+10:001 year & 6 months (18 months)23 August - 23 September 2007<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02s0ME6vrQNFgwftPz7JZ1UV_8MCfa6wI17RBrLUVe0V_7N2unPKDVosmX9ksD6EBj8WNAnLX9p-5wAyj0Vf5IurUfh_eweBqB2GLZlw_G4NXXnu0fHPoCZn75K7JzuXRSmzixB-24Q0/s1600-h/DSCN00013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629312974437986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh02s0ME6vrQNFgwftPz7JZ1UV_8MCfa6wI17RBrLUVe0V_7N2unPKDVosmX9ksD6EBj8WNAnLX9p-5wAyj0Vf5IurUfh_eweBqB2GLZlw_G4NXXnu0fHPoCZn75K7JzuXRSmzixB-24Q0/s400/DSCN00013.JPG" border="0" /></a> Favourite activity this month? DIGGING!<br /><br />"Digging here... digging there... I take my shovel everywhere!"<br /><br />With the welcome return of spring, our glorious King Parrots came back for a visit - and to nibble on some baby almonds. The red one is the boy - he's been visiting every spring for the last ten years. His girl in green is a more recent arrival of about 4 years. They are very intelligent, coming to the loungeroom window to attract my attention and get a feed of birdseed.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYHDYSSaJbQ-l6msVRnrgoexS2Pol2dqk4bbnZ4mgMqDntTXCZqdL2bakca8C0H3ZuaHNmvxspTlb-Jmz_kBKgDudrTNdMMDiOhpsU9OYbvCsZDqt0emDhpxz1kKxxyBiYXKfaTWziJ4/s1600-h/DSCN8915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629154060647954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYHDYSSaJbQ-l6msVRnrgoexS2Pol2dqk4bbnZ4mgMqDntTXCZqdL2bakca8C0H3ZuaHNmvxspTlb-Jmz_kBKgDudrTNdMMDiOhpsU9OYbvCsZDqt0emDhpxz1kKxxyBiYXKfaTWziJ4/s400/DSCN8915.JPG" border="0" /></a>Luckily, Wombat woke up from his nap just in time to see them. (I put the seed on top of the old garbage bin, where he could watch them eating - I shall have to hang a proper feeder outside the window for him - it's the perfect spot for one.) <p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt6MbNfgRB24yL-XsmBk3j7Pl7VoTAeN80-X6NCLrACjeSeZJQQl3tXssJy8qTHxiOrCzSG5tN2gQIp_8RdNox0TXLZXu8UGEHGXsVhc8bpwPyvTpFJ62lwo8VWyjHmoDoGQViJDJxGE/s1600-h/DSCN8918.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629158355615266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHt6MbNfgRB24yL-XsmBk3j7Pl7VoTAeN80-X6NCLrACjeSeZJQQl3tXssJy8qTHxiOrCzSG5tN2gQIp_8RdNox0TXLZXu8UGEHGXsVhc8bpwPyvTpFJ62lwo8VWyjHmoDoGQViJDJxGE/s400/DSCN8918.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>This month has seen the first eruption of molars, and they have certainly caused a LOT of DISruption - here Wombat has insisted on bringing Blankie to breakfast for a 'comfort chew'.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYEiszw7ovEpWPC_g6igpl3WrJ5rnt-W6dTpIc6_uh2nlhO-n8xR1CMuUqYimgzcwz-eJI97WOPNdGBjX2guGBxjwohQherVeSuvOV9ftgUxVcNd1V2xBC61FYoJOn7ZIOtzphBCwriw/s1600-h/DSCN8968.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629158355615282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYEiszw7ovEpWPC_g6igpl3WrJ5rnt-W6dTpIc6_uh2nlhO-n8xR1CMuUqYimgzcwz-eJI97WOPNdGBjX2guGBxjwohQherVeSuvOV9ftgUxVcNd1V2xBC61FYoJOn7ZIOtzphBCwriw/s400/DSCN8968.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p>The dam has been a HUGE fascination this month, now the weather is getting warmer and Mummy is less paranoid about a Wombat wandering around in wet clothes. He LOVES to collect stones on the walk down to the dam and then sit and throw them into the water to see the splash. *PLOP*</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbdyr20BnL-bICCgptZzQaq8a8WPFeoV0ziUHu4rO7Z-VhYNpz2Pb-7d6Qk93oOHTRrS-OJBU-mIra5zccfVoelq4hWfJlLC33xmBSdGMWakrldB8l9a46BDn1loI0YbN36d07ynBOp0/s1600-h/DSCN8987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629158355615298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbdyr20BnL-bICCgptZzQaq8a8WPFeoV0ziUHu4rO7Z-VhYNpz2Pb-7d6Qk93oOHTRrS-OJBU-mIra5zccfVoelq4hWfJlLC33xmBSdGMWakrldB8l9a46BDn1loI0YbN36d07ynBOp0/s400/DSCN8987.JPG" border="0" /></a> And then there's digging...</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCWbI6DqGIoHoNHwKOy1gkVaW7s4bu9Lh63y5QoXsWDMn3-bnW68X67XFCR0of46CCBNwfzltgtCOOauqcWfAdBTPtdQ4dBh4ozQUBhTEyDgmpw4n2gnl5ip5kSHmNMG61PzREeoqZs8/s1600-h/DSCN8988.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629162650582610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcCWbI6DqGIoHoNHwKOy1gkVaW7s4bu9Lh63y5QoXsWDMn3-bnW68X67XFCR0of46CCBNwfzltgtCOOauqcWfAdBTPtdQ4dBh4ozQUBhTEyDgmpw4n2gnl5ip5kSHmNMG61PzREeoqZs8/s400/DSCN8988.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>and more digging...</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxRonTjv40uu50VnOFnNobfA1wpWKmev9spAUQRR7gOJ_zxBri318zjFyNGG8qboLpjfp0RUKSpBKqL3y04HOPClabMjwRhAm610lbVMrGB6tWfxUkIXdxm66HoUXqw-XOkeWjnp0Izc/s1600-h/DSCN9011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628569945095618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxRonTjv40uu50VnOFnNobfA1wpWKmev9spAUQRR7gOJ_zxBri318zjFyNGG8qboLpjfp0RUKSpBKqL3y04HOPClabMjwRhAm610lbVMrGB6tWfxUkIXdxm66HoUXqw-XOkeWjnp0Izc/s400/DSCN9011.JPG" border="0" /></a> So much digging, in fact, that we finally got around to buying and installing his long-promised birthday sandpit. WOOHOOO!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8jWDlnhzE3D6LWfCGV1oVvAip5CMkDsOrleLJjv0TcG_wkdqAQTR1Dpth6hWW9tHCHH0L41yBYXCAfHeQG7IRRaL_AzTtzuTkLpE6UKGzjg40SA5EHcK0XY7hIz1f4nADXaOVN4ZezE/s1600-h/DSCN9012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628574240062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8jWDlnhzE3D6LWfCGV1oVvAip5CMkDsOrleLJjv0TcG_wkdqAQTR1Dpth6hWW9tHCHH0L41yBYXCAfHeQG7IRRaL_AzTtzuTkLpE6UKGzjg40SA5EHcK0XY7hIz1f4nADXaOVN4ZezE/s400/DSCN9012.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now at first you might think this is another digging photo... but look at the shoes! Wombat has discovered that it is great fun to clomp around in Mummy's boots. Lol... I showed great restraint not taking this photo during nappy free time ;P because a naked Wombat wearing my boots is definitely a sight to see!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5yWJRab6kDNiWcTFLTouSXhm7W1CnVBpG4PbCahUt2QrvuBdPLIXx5AdWFSmKoHmjCpYBd8_XHGWOeSnRG1lh40MSHCDuqG3eQdZhdJ8yiJy3zW4cyilSLaGP-CNCE5OXUO-5gZhZPk/s1600-h/DSCN9058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628574240062946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5yWJRab6kDNiWcTFLTouSXhm7W1CnVBpG4PbCahUt2QrvuBdPLIXx5AdWFSmKoHmjCpYBd8_XHGWOeSnRG1lh40MSHCDuqG3eQdZhdJ8yiJy3zW4cyilSLaGP-CNCE5OXUO-5gZhZPk/s400/DSCN9058.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>Stacking rocks in the bush - this is a first - normally it's Mummy who stacks/builds things and Wombat who knocks them down...</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBMIZh6Buyuq-Fx8lEPkxel3YjjfqT3qKdcbJ3QPRSjcbqBEFahdesdr3FJLWt6XdcpBjldgOiJVQij8fAJOk9jTNe-JFWJpWDuPuy7zOOUlLssFRF1s-RZQcS6BGcy609NVq4CalRAI/s1600-h/DSCN9103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628578535030258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcBMIZh6Buyuq-Fx8lEPkxel3YjjfqT3qKdcbJ3QPRSjcbqBEFahdesdr3FJLWt6XdcpBjldgOiJVQij8fAJOk9jTNe-JFWJpWDuPuy7zOOUlLssFRF1s-RZQcS6BGcy609NVq4CalRAI/s400/DSCN9103.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our bush baby :D Now he is getting steadier on his feet, he likes to explore down wombat and wallaby trails and discover places he's never been before...</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONwkojoXeplsm1i9JlDLh2jfRkBjGxQwb-Ye0rnRC4O_ssJAVhA1bsGr5lCzlDfi-IWX1JELJ9MkqChEIewMBeMi7SVp0sUrZUx_6aFN2Bb0kD2pHkS0E7XZW1pQnn3-t8HkRVPRvsFY/s1600-h/DSCN9155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628578535030274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONwkojoXeplsm1i9JlDLh2jfRkBjGxQwb-Ye0rnRC4O_ssJAVhA1bsGr5lCzlDfi-IWX1JELJ9MkqChEIewMBeMi7SVp0sUrZUx_6aFN2Bb0kD2pHkS0E7XZW1pQnn3-t8HkRVPRvsFY/s400/DSCN9155.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mud! Mud! Glorious mud! (This is 'before'... I should have taken the 'after' photo as well...)</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNzHb0Ey7-BphliVopQT1Izf7rChmG5LnB1wcOALC3236oZ5BHcWGrlVZaW6m-SN9At5QydqRic0QQbr4Liy9E3YAyIrBs-jb_ja-CI8QApG37RHpL2iGEOr9AY7AtX8EXAawK6Pcvffo/s1600-h/DSCN9167.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627728131505522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNzHb0Ey7-BphliVopQT1Izf7rChmG5LnB1wcOALC3236oZ5BHcWGrlVZaW6m-SN9At5QydqRic0QQbr4Liy9E3YAyIrBs-jb_ja-CI8QApG37RHpL2iGEOr9AY7AtX8EXAawK6Pcvffo/s400/DSCN9167.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy Yeti has been hunting eBay for the best bargains in Wombat-transportation... this little red wagon is sturdy enough to take the roughest bush tracks and is great for days when the teething has Wombat off balance and he can't walk far without stumbling... Wombat and Yeti have a great time collecting rocks for the garden in it!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f3AQJxN9IoAcjJTExnkVczn2Cx9Z45e29clrUABb2iCrnugmuhkjeWQzzbko6Jx0fuXA1rRzOfXx7RGTCaaI72hONHF49bkRg0-N5d6087WEV07QjsJWfgmwg4aPN03deTDQwLb46hI/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627728131505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_f3AQJxN9IoAcjJTExnkVczn2Cx9Z45e29clrUABb2iCrnugmuhkjeWQzzbko6Jx0fuXA1rRzOfXx7RGTCaaI72hONHF49bkRg0-N5d6087WEV07QjsJWfgmwg4aPN03deTDQwLb46hI/s400/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another (slightly less successful) experiment - Wombat's first tricycle. He loves it, but unfortunately it didn't last long on our rough roads - the parent-steering handle broke off. Not to worry - he will grow into the trike part soon enough and it only took Yeti a week to grab a stronger version for a few dollars plus the cost of the postage. This photo was taken by Papa on an overnight stay before his birthday cruise in Sydney. It was great that he had the chance to spend a morning with Wombat because the dreaded teething meant only Mummy got to go to the party.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYk3kPff6rEPNl_UuLqhWJ_mcc128NbpCWbdx1qaEZerORI1-L3jxwB_ObKBzGwzGVTKhd2-u3mECNVrXj_tdiCCj7ra9sowHef-DMVxgJgjaZeYpWMLDdNIw1l2XFt-eIfwP6cnlPE1E/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627728131505554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYk3kPff6rEPNl_UuLqhWJ_mcc128NbpCWbdx1qaEZerORI1-L3jxwB_ObKBzGwzGVTKhd2-u3mECNVrXj_tdiCCj7ra9sowHef-DMVxgJgjaZeYpWMLDdNIw1l2XFt-eIfwP6cnlPE1E/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wombat showing Papa his beloved sandpit.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-jSXwmPa1BbtGOQPYm3du8y-JIr0-iUuMbv-LuVzTbOuH5Jj5tG-gGXY7AbJo7cTRSP7f3VFN7lTm5_DCZ61MAp2y2497DR5ZGYyFzNsqrBT2GOwJDFT18loavMEjJCiZa83rjOwxjU/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627732426472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-jSXwmPa1BbtGOQPYm3du8y-JIr0-iUuMbv-LuVzTbOuH5Jj5tG-gGXY7AbJo7cTRSP7f3VFN7lTm5_DCZ61MAp2y2497DR5ZGYyFzNsqrBT2GOwJDFT18loavMEjJCiZa83rjOwxjU/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" /></a> That's my boy! </p><p>Sorry to all my uncles and aunts who missed out on meeting Wombat (again)! I promise he does exist and we <em>will</em> try to bring him to visit you sometime soon!</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu8YXARZ2aBQ4yTqvVku_VSj7ziG6IdS8sDy_fXL-5ATDw0O7L9mJMq7FmKLSPhbnOfOZYhL7ZOK9sUFw6YqVDVrPmxk8GyabgmLebfI_QEEEOnzoDP_7C6B9HI0l3nTYhfCXYXDqi7o/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113627732426472882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu8YXARZ2aBQ4yTqvVku_VSj7ziG6IdS8sDy_fXL-5ATDw0O7L9mJMq7FmKLSPhbnOfOZYhL7ZOK9sUFw6YqVDVrPmxk8GyabgmLebfI_QEEEOnzoDP_7C6B9HI0l3nTYhfCXYXDqi7o/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-70898764083933276462007-08-26T08:17:00.000+10:002007-09-30T08:14:10.751+10:001 year & five months23 July - 23 August 2007<br /><br />Playing on an old ant-nest... a graphic answer to Saira's question about whether boys really like to play in the dirt...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gnRbtu-w8t5L1RMzZlQrb_jowShYyIMqj7AZXBoTgdOErWg9-MYRXoxyaAUEcIrAN-wL9z34e4wFfLZhJagvV2l5sjt_5oouB0GlhEHsA4SGztdolgwmhrtPfKG_uyYYIGFbY2cP2QA/s1600-h/Dscn8601.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766629034311170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gnRbtu-w8t5L1RMzZlQrb_jowShYyIMqj7AZXBoTgdOErWg9-MYRXoxyaAUEcIrAN-wL9z34e4wFfLZhJagvV2l5sjt_5oouB0GlhEHsA4SGztdolgwmhrtPfKG_uyYYIGFbY2cP2QA/s400/Dscn8601.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First trip to the beach - it was winter, cold and windy - but we still had lots of fun chasing seagulls and exploring rockpools.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8g8QTYR7wCvPa3uwvWGQC3MV4Ysrbtj_J06La0uE3uN174UF1T3UeB3fpzksX1Ay_o1op7oIb3CfZQUa2d2349QYt_ey4eMoA3ocd21Rq6UbItT5cjdLBd8Jewn1fSj7VWhXycGlgnCE/s1600-h/DSCN8630.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766629034311186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8g8QTYR7wCvPa3uwvWGQC3MV4Ysrbtj_J06La0uE3uN174UF1T3UeB3fpzksX1Ay_o1op7oIb3CfZQUa2d2349QYt_ey4eMoA3ocd21Rq6UbItT5cjdLBd8Jewn1fSj7VWhXycGlgnCE/s400/DSCN8630.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat loves mandarines, so he thinks it is wonderful now that he can pick his own!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3o6lfXbSWhXuzfg6RfZPFkIknHFyKXhtCbjaWIAybCEm8tY_U4CmUvet6lw01_8NdFimzS1CMVT-okPa-18V9vu1OrpfaTDbgOB6gxatMQoe5jlJuh4mUUCjHruxoB8QecOFQuY-1oZg/s1600-h/DSCN8637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766633329278498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3o6lfXbSWhXuzfg6RfZPFkIknHFyKXhtCbjaWIAybCEm8tY_U4CmUvet6lw01_8NdFimzS1CMVT-okPa-18V9vu1OrpfaTDbgOB6gxatMQoe5jlJuh4mUUCjHruxoB8QecOFQuY-1oZg/s400/DSCN8637.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Brushing Sox's tail :) She is becoming Wombat's cat and is very patient with him. Whenever he is out and about she will come and give him a kiss and rub against him until he eventually pushes her away.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNp2zPP0uMhu9dgvSvcrSCKsim0LpC2_EPAFHASVWMk7FIqMfm3aWAB1BY1guBp96epP2JaCN6070wKQxy-LY8fS1ucKzE9qKBArPjmpMsghwqNkv7yh3wyn2rkxiXvb8UlaAs2LK80Q/s1600-h/DSCN8638.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766637624245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNp2zPP0uMhu9dgvSvcrSCKsim0LpC2_EPAFHASVWMk7FIqMfm3aWAB1BY1guBp96epP2JaCN6070wKQxy-LY8fS1ucKzE9qKBArPjmpMsghwqNkv7yh3wyn2rkxiXvb8UlaAs2LK80Q/s400/DSCN8638.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat and Nanna. Mummy had to be very sneaky to get a shot of them both smiling!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zBTkxdldNtZSCa2DWDlBlhOvi1DAF9Kou_RjOTo1N5WYHJqeUnZIzgaZ4OSHFOvtsOKxGW6lMUnL-ushpPw5qWKAhQ_qFBH3gMSzB1zCxPbOjGgIreh6tcS7L43jNhVPCW2eVKJNXvQ/s1600-h/DSCN8640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766641919213122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zBTkxdldNtZSCa2DWDlBlhOvi1DAF9Kou_RjOTo1N5WYHJqeUnZIzgaZ4OSHFOvtsOKxGW6lMUnL-ushpPw5qWKAhQ_qFBH3gMSzB1zCxPbOjGgIreh6tcS7L43jNhVPCW2eVKJNXvQ/s400/DSCN8640.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Digging with a stick...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e7KpSnWFqwr1XkUypCw4HVLbSVELpFr_fZZnPFGzMiRb0fjqrrgfz5mufK5cZmzUo_0f1b9txnOF8vHK5FbgpHspJm76g2k-LfWMCHV7D3C78oZWUvDf64uTCURm59zysonkh2pisGg/s1600-h/DSCN8650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766379926207922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e7KpSnWFqwr1XkUypCw4HVLbSVELpFr_fZZnPFGzMiRb0fjqrrgfz5mufK5cZmzUo_0f1b9txnOF8vHK5FbgpHspJm76g2k-LfWMCHV7D3C78oZWUvDf64uTCURm59zysonkh2pisGg/s400/DSCN8650.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and digging with a shovel... (can you guess what Wombat's favourite activity is at the moment???)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ke2Mdc9KMw6yq7ZcZPprwsjcoOxZhlEVFthko3TeMaSaGzCJm0hSSO6rpJC62som_E-oB3s2RZ9hnlr2N5leMrja-MXMhJpgBS9VFrLH40_Wc_K2V7xh3xd1anZZFlIo8sq66zLyCpk/s1600-h/DSCN8760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766379926207938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ke2Mdc9KMw6yq7ZcZPprwsjcoOxZhlEVFthko3TeMaSaGzCJm0hSSO6rpJC62som_E-oB3s2RZ9hnlr2N5leMrja-MXMhJpgBS9VFrLH40_Wc_K2V7xh3xd1anZZFlIo8sq66zLyCpk/s400/DSCN8760.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat's first trip to a wildlife park - a picnic for Mummy's birthday. Here we are feeding the beautiful peacock.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaG3HIEHjgvLrS3b2Ypr4kRnCJ-1HErl6OWxQ3Y8O0hyphenhyphenrZeoe9BZmYzXZrt53gxZTC598ztsv2gvNEeDY6pgjCrN366j7Vh_3e3UP1LmOOK8n-Zw-wkPsj1oHPCyuu_-y7AWOULxgWMY/s1600-h/DSCN8789.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766384221175250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaG3HIEHjgvLrS3b2Ypr4kRnCJ-1HErl6OWxQ3Y8O0hyphenhyphenrZeoe9BZmYzXZrt53gxZTC598ztsv2gvNEeDY6pgjCrN366j7Vh_3e3UP1LmOOK8n-Zw-wkPsj1oHPCyuu_-y7AWOULxgWMY/s400/DSCN8789.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mummy went shopping and bought Wombat a pair of cherry-red boots (and a stack of books) instead of a birthday present for herself...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJwo8VkFEH-gU-RgiGjrPq1MqMoYIYGxtqMeWaovmnyKBc3OKbqOmJPJ1pCtNXgxKMTlo3jgC9xluPub9Cdhfa_Wn6j_ujB784zod9LPniRbuT-y6Jli1iNK2KW-jNJSjX9qjxMkQqxk/s1600-h/DSCN8801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766388516142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJwo8VkFEH-gU-RgiGjrPq1MqMoYIYGxtqMeWaovmnyKBc3OKbqOmJPJ1pCtNXgxKMTlo3jgC9xluPub9Cdhfa_Wn6j_ujB784zod9LPniRbuT-y6Jli1iNK2KW-jNJSjX9qjxMkQqxk/s400/DSCN8801.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Feeding the deer with Daddy...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYToquqCEPpsbIY1AnlsZ8tM2bqJYzNdTUmmUKPAI8Ydxnc63VyI9TRUy_ryMsdcd8w_lUbLz9KYzG9t4ikpNe_8uEvefV_gMxQkgR4ybZTibpjpaAIYzPQ7UqfPQaQqAiOrasH64f628/s1600-h/DSCN8851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766392811109874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYToquqCEPpsbIY1AnlsZ8tM2bqJYzNdTUmmUKPAI8Ydxnc63VyI9TRUy_ryMsdcd8w_lUbLz9KYzG9t4ikpNe_8uEvefV_gMxQkgR4ybZTibpjpaAIYzPQ7UqfPQaQqAiOrasH64f628/s400/DSCN8851.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-30982372047522334422007-08-26T07:40:00.000+10:002007-09-30T08:14:34.557+10:001 year & 3 months23 June - 23 July 2007<br /><br />Following Daddy and the BIG brrrmmmbrrrmmm...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9gXlejmlJ0eV5BLTwc2j9DnaqTN5_JhJ-ze4IUO5RzrJf-Vx-AmXPHSXRjeobjSkIZisNfEr7Ie9PMu0pVkvMI3YcVQivFNHJPEknvMDOI8S8Ds776gPRAfnxmNSb9bdgGMc9-DYbwU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757089911946546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS9gXlejmlJ0eV5BLTwc2j9DnaqTN5_JhJ-ze4IUO5RzrJf-Vx-AmXPHSXRjeobjSkIZisNfEr7Ie9PMu0pVkvMI3YcVQivFNHJPEknvMDOI8S8Ds776gPRAfnxmNSb9bdgGMc9-DYbwU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Puppy, give the other puppies a kiss..."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CjzpK8luyEj4QyE0mBXda2bdjW6gVeUeSqK51KXWEP8mLFlfNxNM8ChNKTynMPAHFg_DrY6biSoEkdEO1SCtldop_aORlgGU2ABULcfW_Gk3dkd3bSoG6dhVMZb0CLwc9192UH1FJnk/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757089911946562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CjzpK8luyEj4QyE0mBXda2bdjW6gVeUeSqK51KXWEP8mLFlfNxNM8ChNKTynMPAHFg_DrY6biSoEkdEO1SCtldop_aORlgGU2ABULcfW_Gk3dkd3bSoG6dhVMZb0CLwc9192UH1FJnk/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First trip to the creek - and the first time the creek has been running since Wombat was born!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXyTe9OBYJLvEK0_vJLP6ZT0SD0z7JOjTJQOl0SNuq1uHrIXHXiB9uCZkhoQI5KRafrNLKqhH195suHJafRbxGONLDY-ELogQn8sSWeynPJAh8zjkSfj-Qa6Kf7zyFs5ugYbmqHyfkOg/s1600-h/DSCN8351.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757089911946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXyTe9OBYJLvEK0_vJLP6ZT0SD0z7JOjTJQOl0SNuq1uHrIXHXiB9uCZkhoQI5KRafrNLKqhH195suHJafRbxGONLDY-ELogQn8sSWeynPJAh8zjkSfj-Qa6Kf7zyFs5ugYbmqHyfkOg/s400/DSCN8351.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"I can hear frogs!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgsXGxXCYnQNJTAAGUfTuqxwSfmnaA-j6zeILJDR5F6tyP0RhWsnBl17GrBLo36NEd-d8wjM0gtlf9wzH1iq2LnMUxtQash7O2fvos7wdxESpu_GFO0e_tg_y1nhjEPiuu1UxsLG8CTE/s1600-h/Dscn8369.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757094206913890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgsXGxXCYnQNJTAAGUfTuqxwSfmnaA-j6zeILJDR5F6tyP0RhWsnBl17GrBLo36NEd-d8wjM0gtlf9wzH1iq2LnMUxtQash7O2fvos7wdxESpu_GFO0e_tg_y1nhjEPiuu1UxsLG8CTE/s400/Dscn8369.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mummy's instant clothing modifications - "that will keep the wind out of your ears and stop your hood slipping off (and it makes you look like the cutest little tellytubby)."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBS90smttMcQGenDiQO0nBI2Ry0QuMpooEChKHgzsaMfLlk5bS9bcU4aj9NNUez5WnozVVT94FyAjYtb82QjTqomIu9XfbQjUcAmu-78nLuIdRsq3nbjrNBpqKOE6XLneEJ9udTmIwUYM/s1600-h/Dscn8443.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757098501881202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBS90smttMcQGenDiQO0nBI2Ry0QuMpooEChKHgzsaMfLlk5bS9bcU4aj9NNUez5WnozVVT94FyAjYtb82QjTqomIu9XfbQjUcAmu-78nLuIdRsq3nbjrNBpqKOE6XLneEJ9udTmIwUYM/s400/Dscn8443.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The pink kitten Mummy was crocheting for Wombat's new baby cousin was instantly adopted the moment it was finished. Mummy started again & made another for the baby!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8w5kzdTgeHrOiMylRTUZAB1nNt6Wu9RtaxF_Qu_JyOT0ihTku2it27fQo_M-_v3HK7GI9XKWdIECSRY0i0atLVsnVnWZ3HANF2i6aK4OdIMnAaUo5IF3CgKknj1CVrCxBztv6xdimU/s1600-h/DSCN8469.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102758034804751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8w5kzdTgeHrOiMylRTUZAB1nNt6Wu9RtaxF_Qu_JyOT0ihTku2it27fQo_M-_v3HK7GI9XKWdIECSRY0i0atLVsnVnWZ3HANF2i6aK4OdIMnAaUo5IF3CgKknj1CVrCxBztv6xdimU/s400/DSCN8469.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Exploring under the pine trees...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUqwEgL5BUS3E8IpWSQRt7aBQ6tSeI6vqQUQYgeiqAaEmgng_pkKmgWd_DIK-x8riwUgmPd2C1njCI0l26vKpJr9UJ2y43TSQLgzkjoWVKM8i8w5pPPGef3StnzkBYWqwdtaH-8whTX0/s1600-h/DSCN8512.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102758039099719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDUqwEgL5BUS3E8IpWSQRt7aBQ6tSeI6vqQUQYgeiqAaEmgng_pkKmgWd_DIK-x8riwUgmPd2C1njCI0l26vKpJr9UJ2y43TSQLgzkjoWVKM8i8w5pPPGef3StnzkBYWqwdtaH-8whTX0/s400/DSCN8512.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />First taste of chocolate, which Papa brought back all the way from Belgium!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmzfFItsP6LHky1YTWs67Zm9Oa4cUNfmVfepEQ-JNdnMBATRHbysIzsiFky3_ShnpedEV03a3YSzzo_s5grIwr4QZH4TulmEEoMssB9vPT9iNGqghHjVpU4yR93R725fEOPOKA78t3vY/s1600-h/DSCN8535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102758043394686370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmzfFItsP6LHky1YTWs67Zm9Oa4cUNfmVfepEQ-JNdnMBATRHbysIzsiFky3_ShnpedEV03a3YSzzo_s5grIwr4QZH4TulmEEoMssB9vPT9iNGqghHjVpU4yR93R725fEOPOKA78t3vY/s400/DSCN8535.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-60180582960882518082007-08-26T07:34:00.000+10:002007-09-30T08:14:50.788+10:001 year & 2 months23 May - 23 June 2007<br /><br />Feeding the chickens on a frosty morning...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxJUEg3cYDYjpg7Fl8e5gINalCgS7RXUFBK5Ptxbej0bomnkIbtD5XcDV6zYMjRfaR4Eji0N1MulFfXQGgNcO2IylgJym8ThaW643zHa41FgiValDUZx8Ys-IgRle9yqcvfIVcPATcHo/s1600-h/DSCN8161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102755496479079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxJUEg3cYDYjpg7Fl8e5gINalCgS7RXUFBK5Ptxbej0bomnkIbtD5XcDV6zYMjRfaR4Eji0N1MulFfXQGgNcO2IylgJym8ThaW643zHa41FgiValDUZx8Ys-IgRle9yqcvfIVcPATcHo/s400/DSCN8161.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Modelling the new hat that Mummy crocheted...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbFL8d10wl6tNHKMHLWDBQE8lSb3Z0q6OYkAbxRFxaqAXHTUx6Uw5BtlxLd8yoWDosqZT3UsQW1nInykqd1z46wQryZwKr76ikLfvbhKlQqYACOfqvC-z0hvqbhy7H37AH0-V-_7YYg0/s1600-h/DSCN8185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102755500774046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbFL8d10wl6tNHKMHLWDBQE8lSb3Z0q6OYkAbxRFxaqAXHTUx6Uw5BtlxLd8yoWDosqZT3UsQW1nInykqd1z46wQryZwKr76ikLfvbhKlQqYACOfqvC-z0hvqbhy7H37AH0-V-_7YYg0/s400/DSCN8185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat's first picnic, with Daddy, Grandma and Uncle Peter (Mummy needs to remember to get everyone out into the sun next time she takes a group picture like this!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8GbHx4iaBjOhz_Ye79C87bPKQt4D0roqT-uUDlpVVRei12mS9nthAXiNaCk_S_VdDE5CbkIxCsV3-VQ-W3KB4qrxdyqqQnYSD8Vlt7xJB8n8d2pZ6b5iCPOPFy0e37z1Qo5tXedunoU/s1600-h/Dscn8212.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102755500774046914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8GbHx4iaBjOhz_Ye79C87bPKQt4D0roqT-uUDlpVVRei12mS9nthAXiNaCk_S_VdDE5CbkIxCsV3-VQ-W3KB4qrxdyqqQnYSD8Vlt7xJB8n8d2pZ6b5iCPOPFy0e37z1Qo5tXedunoU/s400/Dscn8212.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat discovers the joys of gardening...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB3VJbYBi_XzBelhdO0ZILxgTqkPPKBtPyQqmM1MyTlfoK7I3mu1T1vSPIuuogjKiQmMlR0u_pCCVtNniEh6JvDNogj-IZ9ukJA1k4pnTtxuO-INoO9cyPxqIYErqZz2FM_dIwWrPJbU/s1600-h/DSCN8306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102755505069014226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB3VJbYBi_XzBelhdO0ZILxgTqkPPKBtPyQqmM1MyTlfoK7I3mu1T1vSPIuuogjKiQmMlR0u_pCCVtNniEh6JvDNogj-IZ9ukJA1k4pnTtxuO-INoO9cyPxqIYErqZz2FM_dIwWrPJbU/s400/DSCN8306.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />coming soon...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-51148644206791392062007-08-24T08:34:00.000+10:002007-08-24T08:44:51.881+10:0013 months - 1 year, 1 monthSpinning his wheels :) <br />(on his way to feed the chooks - wheels of any kind are a fascination)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FleuKfBI2kwswfpQComDy5GiKqi7CucCa3dr7wqU4zsI57thBtVZY6kegQpo_cNCkTl8zSXqtnxv7jMqlB4Q9zhZdqcGwVBPJ2N3bISeGDokA9LAj6y_UdBYc5VbcuWY7RO_tW7l9HU/s1600-h/Dscn7871.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FleuKfBI2kwswfpQComDy5GiKqi7CucCa3dr7wqU4zsI57thBtVZY6kegQpo_cNCkTl8zSXqtnxv7jMqlB4Q9zhZdqcGwVBPJ2N3bISeGDokA9LAj6y_UdBYc5VbcuWY7RO_tW7l9HU/s400/Dscn7871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102028547494427698" /></a><br /><br />"Hmmmm. I think maybe I'm going to need a bigger rake..."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQTLNph3EDrZeBcoh-cqDAxqC_h0jPH5QwOOYOTJJQvYFvZ00keshTEpP-9JI6yHNn0-iWRVQaEAeMpHevcclPVAcav9H1ol3Fs8RxCqu9ZuxYliPCa93Fk667Ia9XbDYDp2Q1Nik0Bg/s1600-h/DSCN8029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQTLNph3EDrZeBcoh-cqDAxqC_h0jPH5QwOOYOTJJQvYFvZ00keshTEpP-9JI6yHNn0-iWRVQaEAeMpHevcclPVAcav9H1ol3Fs8RxCqu9ZuxYliPCa93Fk667Ia9XbDYDp2Q1Nik0Bg/s400/DSCN8029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102028551789395010" /></a><br /><br />Cheeky grin - and look at all those teeth!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL7Kv1LmJbD9uyy9AoYlMiQt5enYjNxgm0ol-YynhczQ2mGG6H2su4u_DV8UYLxTbvhvMpQ-CZAc7Aa2x7u_eHjZ0pPWquEX3vrjYEINpQ5zsKG8-tuD6oBbawZPNVAh7gQWJYTLecL8/s1600-h/DSCN8081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL7Kv1LmJbD9uyy9AoYlMiQt5enYjNxgm0ol-YynhczQ2mGG6H2su4u_DV8UYLxTbvhvMpQ-CZAc7Aa2x7u_eHjZ0pPWquEX3vrjYEINpQ5zsKG8-tuD6oBbawZPNVAh7gQWJYTLecL8/s400/DSCN8081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102028556084362322" /></a><br /><br />"I seem to have lost something..." <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAb9Katu5ob46vBtAwXabMAXyADEq_X_J6uCO8zuUGMMxvPEFjEmiLs3AVazFXS_MtaHqE_hVGehJm5TjPnROYzs9Zp-oQXzUcC7mSFDNvD7fn7oG4NWrNzKktHDNGthsAgjIVL5DRMM/s1600-h/DSCN8084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAb9Katu5ob46vBtAwXabMAXyADEq_X_J6uCO8zuUGMMxvPEFjEmiLs3AVazFXS_MtaHqE_hVGehJm5TjPnROYzs9Zp-oQXzUcC7mSFDNvD7fn7oG4NWrNzKktHDNGthsAgjIVL5DRMM/s400/DSCN8084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102028556084362338" /></a><br /><br />Kisses for Mother's Day - the best present of all!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuE1y5m9AnGFw4xv0_enjjObe029cc8IxvWQTD7WwkN_-0vrhNLMLZNz593_9ztZvffYm0NgRecZ6L6bs3gveskyv3N2KXslA0bGHcGkEunEJeb82CaqRn9jBzpOlO0c39ajmp7P_-4w/s1600-h/DSCN8106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuE1y5m9AnGFw4xv0_enjjObe029cc8IxvWQTD7WwkN_-0vrhNLMLZNz593_9ztZvffYm0NgRecZ6L6bs3gveskyv3N2KXslA0bGHcGkEunEJeb82CaqRn9jBzpOlO0c39ajmp7P_-4w/s400/DSCN8106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102028560379329650" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-1580424250337399082007-08-14T16:33:00.000+10:002007-08-14T16:49:19.530+10:0012 months oldI am not going to write long updates from now on - but I will try to post at least one photo a week... plus any important FIRSTs!<br /><br />First caterpillar...<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFs8AJ8AvK0QDR7EbjeqCWtNDlVIzcY4mTnmR3WmzqOU_Guk9cEdUTUzpO1SScUPM7KnlWBgsNlMU28HyMsHh6PGlfxJTnlQWX3RS6uXtRsWlkYWfCq76CpdKAJAb8yl-rtqCaUbXcd4Q/s1600-h/caterpillare.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443329839051570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFs8AJ8AvK0QDR7EbjeqCWtNDlVIzcY4mTnmR3WmzqOU_Guk9cEdUTUzpO1SScUPM7KnlWBgsNlMU28HyMsHh6PGlfxJTnlQWX3RS6uXtRsWlkYWfCq76CpdKAJAb8yl-rtqCaUbXcd4Q/s400/caterpillare.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>First time reaching the handle of the back door... You won't be able to stop me now!!!</p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzRMJlsmP0XWFp35F-BD2U-s6wR2txDH6uyN2xPChkrjeNagGksGUL-t0qczOKD03eMf1KhQE-9LX7ll3UwMXZ7Ugkqy4eqC70vRmcrHUFvBMLmICEjfywDhBj4Y9_aeFtG2hyU9t-fo/s1600-h/door.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443329839051586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzRMJlsmP0XWFp35F-BD2U-s6wR2txDH6uyN2xPChkrjeNagGksGUL-t0qczOKD03eMf1KhQE-9LX7ll3UwMXZ7Ugkqy4eqC70vRmcrHUFvBMLmICEjfywDhBj4Y9_aeFtG2hyU9t-fo/s400/door.jpg" border="0" /></a> First drawing...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPjmoneqZJ-w_NcT9fdwdbLYL7Dt5EaD5-3j6jVJg_F8R6AMb610ek9uVvDngw1kJbmUj0rZnIvKW5uM9kaL2cxdQjeWJqsf5eNNBy-pCcgc6Tk73wJC1p5G_XGMPpbbZklhbPFloZE4/s1600-h/drawing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443329839051602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPjmoneqZJ-w_NcT9fdwdbLYL7Dt5EaD5-3j6jVJg_F8R6AMb610ek9uVvDngw1kJbmUj0rZnIvKW5uM9kaL2cxdQjeWJqsf5eNNBy-pCcgc6Tk73wJC1p5G_XGMPpbbZklhbPFloZE4/s400/drawing.jpg" border="0" /></a>This wagon has a wonky wheel...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0cz6ko70bHK25oT2lfAHh1nkxXNWWuobmy3AdQ91PijQ-8XPgv4a5ZgHsrpfETfhhL1vKHZY0VBXtijHS9pNSzNmA6BJyuBePl52TpysPB05ovqNFxC-R661CEfv4zwsijjWyeDsZ7g/s1600-h/wagon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443334134018914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0cz6ko70bHK25oT2lfAHh1nkxXNWWuobmy3AdQ91PijQ-8XPgv4a5ZgHsrpfETfhhL1vKHZY0VBXtijHS9pNSzNmA6BJyuBePl52TpysPB05ovqNFxC-R661CEfv4zwsijjWyeDsZ7g/s400/wagon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wombat needed more space to play, so we expanded the Valco Playpen - it makes a great room barrier (with a little imagination and some extra wood)...</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhe3Eb7KkPMQ6eLJ9wZBhORJ4FGM30-c8ZnBDjNS6n6KuVv5pOxRZZbBlwwYRFBUi4zwN_W4OF0FCaedzvtSmD7WslbI3KLzr1YNRoouH3PTRbyy-oZLeIGfNuR6YmkCJIzHnGZ650fMg/s1600-h/playpen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443046371209938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhe3Eb7KkPMQ6eLJ9wZBhORJ4FGM30-c8ZnBDjNS6n6KuVv5pOxRZZbBlwwYRFBUi4zwN_W4OF0FCaedzvtSmD7WslbI3KLzr1YNRoouH3PTRbyy-oZLeIGfNuR6YmkCJIzHnGZ650fMg/s400/playpen.jpg" border="0" /></a> This month Wombat got his first pets - a family of Rhode Island Red Bantams...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuoOUj38alY0_AAYCZXvHg_-QdnfTiZQVzjj4BZCRMGsNoFQD4w1HmDQPrRc73qK4m0AjoGwC4_OWn2l5jw4F_fNnNeeIY50JpCYeemaKNdVlYHWy116hhONfuIsEipv2kRa7gpswerE/s1600-h/rufous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443046371209954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuoOUj38alY0_AAYCZXvHg_-QdnfTiZQVzjj4BZCRMGsNoFQD4w1HmDQPrRc73qK4m0AjoGwC4_OWn2l5jw4F_fNnNeeIY50JpCYeemaKNdVlYHWy116hhONfuIsEipv2kRa7gpswerE/s400/rufous.jpg" border="0" /></a> One of Wombat's favourite pastimes - rock collecting!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L22shkN9DB_7lxUMAKnVKDGip096IxsBacRFFfV14aQOkorSrD66y4rvtILOaGUlr4Xm7cx4Axu3LGslzr5OKteLC7przCkz2wn30E7YEDiNzhA7xYsBLz6PND9FCDudBFzzSxvG_s4/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443046371209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L22shkN9DB_7lxUMAKnVKDGip096IxsBacRFFfV14aQOkorSrD66y4rvtILOaGUlr4Xm7cx4Axu3LGslzr5OKteLC7przCkz2wn30E7YEDiNzhA7xYsBLz6PND9FCDudBFzzSxvG_s4/s400/rocks.jpg" border="0" /></a> He also LOVES to pick flowers and is never outside without a leaf, flower or rock in his hand...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCkteRJP0Ii3CjoBXRS9mz0nasrYN5cmXF4HmcKNMrsGx9KqU4BudlyV-Mhi_ydzYSK7ZsXBF1pQsf1p-c_4RJxlXpR5PLTmbrhESl3P_0yFBsYjkUqc55R0-sXJr2dkzDbvPrJf2Ao4/s1600-h/floweras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443050666177282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCkteRJP0Ii3CjoBXRS9mz0nasrYN5cmXF4HmcKNMrsGx9KqU4BudlyV-Mhi_ydzYSK7ZsXBF1pQsf1p-c_4RJxlXpR5PLTmbrhESl3P_0yFBsYjkUqc55R0-sXJr2dkzDbvPrJf2Ao4/s400/floweras.jpg" border="0" /></a>He is walking pretty well by himself now, though he still trips over a lot. When he gets tired, he likes to ride on Mummy's shoulders (see the leaf in his hand?)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5lEG_3eBXTMkFanhW88_-0lnhLPJqhwonFToRElRbBQkUKOYVgTFLrLcARX_5f1eKINYjj4fcYfVe767DNcxiCyixFVhLmAP3Y-yhyphenhyphenZc2JdE4v6M6LZUsgDhwYXC7EMw6WsvD6w7zUg/s1600-h/shoulders.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098443050666177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5lEG_3eBXTMkFanhW88_-0lnhLPJqhwonFToRElRbBQkUKOYVgTFLrLcARX_5f1eKINYjj4fcYfVe767DNcxiCyixFVhLmAP3Y-yhyphenhyphenZc2JdE4v6M6LZUsgDhwYXC7EMw6WsvD6w7zUg/s400/shoulders.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-48110461641616009742007-08-14T16:03:00.000+10:002007-08-14T16:32:39.478+10:00Wombat's first birthdayLol... since Wombat's birthday was now nearly 5 months ago, and I haven't written an update since then, I figured it was time to take advantage of a rainy day and catch up.<br /><br />Wombat's first birthday was a quiet day at home with the everyday family - just the birthday boy, Mummy, Daddy and Nana.<br /><br />We enjoyed yummy salmon and cottage cheese sandwiches for lunch, with pineapple & coconut juice...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHPt2nwvK7DLf-fnDhAp_cnBWA7KoR58WZzfWHS0gGmqcKyh8wsDspJuAT0ra2L4a45IlLAAXUnmwbuL23PFw5f8zb2ZuSTR7PS7oIHTDlfeTa6I5aGkNDOIGZRNoozd-6Yhx3CkGm7Q/s1600-h/DSCN7200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436367697064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHPt2nwvK7DLf-fnDhAp_cnBWA7KoR58WZzfWHS0gGmqcKyh8wsDspJuAT0ra2L4a45IlLAAXUnmwbuL23PFw5f8zb2ZuSTR7PS7oIHTDlfeTa6I5aGkNDOIGZRNoozd-6Yhx3CkGm7Q/s400/DSCN7200.JPG" border="0" /></a> and saved the birthday cake for afternoon tea. I made a simple carrot cake, with very minimal decoration (it had to be made during naptime, as I wanted it to be nice and fresh.)<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE7b7FM9dFSsz7DbltXf3D77Uu6jYutUEQ1cn1NyZf7fQE0s4Ahl8qq4Yk71UbuXFszoOUalBxp_f20xVE1Yz4DFKt8pbCGVlmPsVMN_83qju7-sA0TaHpgX9-4b5raVw3V33hoCJv14/s1600-h/DSCN7229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436367697064642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE7b7FM9dFSsz7DbltXf3D77Uu6jYutUEQ1cn1NyZf7fQE0s4Ahl8qq4Yk71UbuXFszoOUalBxp_f20xVE1Yz4DFKt8pbCGVlmPsVMN_83qju7-sA0TaHpgX9-4b5raVw3V33hoCJv14/s400/DSCN7229.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wombat didn't seem to mind, though. The candle was fun to blow out, and the cake tasted really delicious with a little fresh cream. (Whoa Mum - what was that bright light for???)</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl38aJMe7FfS0sSYqT44Hxp9aKAVny594ScW75c1TiBID-O7xEp6oHGCnNoq8TBKLFADop2WATOGR5vScMbS7qUZ5zg43EKr5BIeuLIDZ6QlMLjJ0d9XeBTEEwbUAO0bWx2oK3QD_mjo/s1600-h/DSCN7230.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436075639288418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl38aJMe7FfS0sSYqT44Hxp9aKAVny594ScW75c1TiBID-O7xEp6oHGCnNoq8TBKLFADop2WATOGR5vScMbS7qUZ5zg43EKr5BIeuLIDZ6QlMLjJ0d9XeBTEEwbUAO0bWx2oK3QD_mjo/s400/DSCN7230.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then Wombat opened some of his presents - a Tonka truck with sandpit tools from Daddy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQkcpjFwUCacTJVnshmVTdNBZG2qR6f-6YfpoYQo4gX7_6MHYRzIO3KkzR_1jEUZLrsSThfEmNuj4WOJgSUcK1RnGs1Lzt2oZVNb4xG5eyQygfiLGq_xV_KbarVOo6HrbGjDhrpFg58c/s1600-h/DSCN7227.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436075639288434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQkcpjFwUCacTJVnshmVTdNBZG2qR6f-6YfpoYQo4gX7_6MHYRzIO3KkzR_1jEUZLrsSThfEmNuj4WOJgSUcK1RnGs1Lzt2oZVNb4xG5eyQygfiLGq_xV_KbarVOo6HrbGjDhrpFg58c/s400/DSCN7227.JPG" border="0" /></a> (the sandpit is on its way, as soon as we decide on the best place to build it!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkj4t3TGtI5GPQeyj0D_eFB-DS0g-cMVuhgBkb5r9O9FOvxbI1RODEQwab6M3EuPQCsqhyphenhyphenKBqkKXH7kyBRTSQzce4YdQVFqnCmUg8ffEM0rHs_Y9LvzSb8MnnOO9lagTx_ztkNUKO1eI/s1600-h/DSCN7208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436084229223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkj4t3TGtI5GPQeyj0D_eFB-DS0g-cMVuhgBkb5r9O9FOvxbI1RODEQwab6M3EuPQCsqhyphenhyphenKBqkKXH7kyBRTSQzce4YdQVFqnCmUg8ffEM0rHs_Y9LvzSb8MnnOO9lagTx_ztkNUKO1eI/s400/DSCN7208.JPG" border="0" /></a> (the helmet only stayed on for 3 seconds - I had to put it on with one hand and grab the photo with the other!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj1ATyM3YMvQRW2oY6cjdfA-u84QonPfuJAZ-_CBsax1fuwSyIP9mT5ICy5ghUzPyLawnF3lrgFDIpmyaHdCC2fKBqf31WJzrFnBS7njuH6PWRj2ajR_EJQZwS1sKpFbgNzNZ4UctmR4/s1600-h/DSCN7203.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436084229223058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj1ATyM3YMvQRW2oY6cjdfA-u84QonPfuJAZ-_CBsax1fuwSyIP9mT5ICy5ghUzPyLawnF3lrgFDIpmyaHdCC2fKBqf31WJzrFnBS7njuH6PWRj2ajR_EJQZwS1sKpFbgNzNZ4UctmR4/s400/DSCN7203.JPG" border="0" /></a> and some books from Mummy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAoyOAOVTf38Vuf7udH6HZZxFxUAuvWGMEqSuQThs_QHtFRNxGQF8FNLByPBkyRAshO5OOrnL25zL_jpFjxdDER2E3vub_81vzt3Q8BFO3gXr9ad3yuIVI_KBj5fUcQoOnbTXW5pA2mQ/s1600-h/DSCN7213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098436084229223074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAoyOAOVTf38Vuf7udH6HZZxFxUAuvWGMEqSuQThs_QHtFRNxGQF8FNLByPBkyRAshO5OOrnL25zL_jpFjxdDER2E3vub_81vzt3Q8BFO3gXr9ad3yuIVI_KBj5fUcQoOnbTXW5pA2mQ/s400/DSCN7213.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then he played with his piano for a while (an earlier present from Nana and favourite toy - I'll edit and upload a video later, so you can hear the budding maistro!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWM0nzAV2hukTRA6RfrECVD5rDUEIU-N_ybzAezrn91wQCAdidHBVxcWuez5VOMXcTF4umJz6O6wdS_Ci8NbU7OoW_kZPB4h1jFVMYzoaHh8TT-GapDQhOFSCR6oc5T4mLqHdIwDqE3VI/s1600-h/DSCN7218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434761379295762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWM0nzAV2hukTRA6RfrECVD5rDUEIU-N_ybzAezrn91wQCAdidHBVxcWuez5VOMXcTF4umJz6O6wdS_Ci8NbU7OoW_kZPB4h1jFVMYzoaHh8TT-GapDQhOFSCR6oc5T4mLqHdIwDqE3VI/s400/DSCN7218.JPG" border="0" /></a> Later that afternoon, the postman delivered another present from Mummy and Daddy - a tent and tunnel set.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmora9q1ctvfrWHucXiou02srLwg6MrWqe-tTWItqAO7Y6JMl3Rl4ycWvZ8ESFFgSroH1e3PyJVi00m2rN5lwwQotl68dUMEgNEWS1_bmIbwOXWXSmVSSWlyoksEWsXjZ88qy2r135pUM/s1600-h/DSCN7238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434765674263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmora9q1ctvfrWHucXiou02srLwg6MrWqe-tTWItqAO7Y6JMl3Rl4ycWvZ8ESFFgSroH1e3PyJVi00m2rN5lwwQotl68dUMEgNEWS1_bmIbwOXWXSmVSSWlyoksEWsXjZ88qy2r135pUM/s400/DSCN7238.JPG" border="0" /></a> He had great fun crawling through the tunnels and playing peek-a-boo<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5Y4Ztpr5wO3u9v3P-wjF1zH3oh_nvcW9Rio7ROnFqGT927eKlA4AIOYEM-YV3lCmWWwbvGqEazxwnPw-dYR1CJ4yo7UkoNwh9CdR1fnquPtGrGtVN5XclRzkDgqZ7luGuTnlLGEn8OE/s1600-h/DSCN7233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434765674263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5Y4Ztpr5wO3u9v3P-wjF1zH3oh_nvcW9Rio7ROnFqGT927eKlA4AIOYEM-YV3lCmWWwbvGqEazxwnPw-dYR1CJ4yo7UkoNwh9CdR1fnquPtGrGtVN5XclRzkDgqZ7luGuTnlLGEn8OE/s400/DSCN7233.JPG" border="0" /></a> with a short break to take Nana for a walk.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPT9HHVcpLyrZpyG6nxT3WVn9jZ_Nv_i5FN8pqu49_Ejrp9pScaEB37BZyCwJNuk08jgKeGscuRZtl9XFknJjqRj6mVJyqice1tTxU-yrSgqkaFvgIxl58QjyopTQoBJq3Q8dEOETOgGQ/s1600-h/DSCN7237.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434769969230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPT9HHVcpLyrZpyG6nxT3WVn9jZ_Nv_i5FN8pqu49_Ejrp9pScaEB37BZyCwJNuk08jgKeGscuRZtl9XFknJjqRj6mVJyqice1tTxU-yrSgqkaFvgIxl58QjyopTQoBJq3Q8dEOETOgGQ/s400/DSCN7237.JPG" border="0" /></a> The day after Wombat's birthday was the Camden show, so we took him for an outing. The highlight of the day for him was this windmill - and it is still a favourite toy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZUr4Z8Slt6yYtINnslNiy4rmQmuVpCSCKYvTpUEqGO6c1iOS5cAyKd_7wy-4H91Hbe3GdZaDeQSvmy2TXM-I1oXy8UdbOt3kQ3jtEoc76_5FspkrfC4HCroGwFk_Fv9-1c_Xsajj3cc/s1600-h/DSCN7242.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434769969230418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZUr4Z8Slt6yYtINnslNiy4rmQmuVpCSCKYvTpUEqGO6c1iOS5cAyKd_7wy-4H91Hbe3GdZaDeQSvmy2TXM-I1oXy8UdbOt3kQ3jtEoc76_5FspkrfC4HCroGwFk_Fv9-1c_Xsajj3cc/s400/DSCN7242.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The only time he really cried at the show was in the chicken pavilion - we had been admiring all the bantams, which he really liked, but then we walked past the big white chooks - and one PECKED AT HIS WINDMILL! That made him scream :P He only cheered up when a duck splashed him with water from her waterbowl (it was a really hot day, with a thunderstorm starting just as we left to come home).<br /></p><p>He was also very pleased with his first taste of sugary doughnut.<br /></p><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWroZ_otGI1zcmfL94OI3kU4s6aTBQ9L3NuMCZr6V72sD8XNCorOE4PCEgk74fKlx-PMiywiWZKqOCbD_6pjmDuJ5HjUoPaTe_1bZgN26aE4C76ajnpyz4aShGJ-2NKcGa3cxv0zzk7x8/s1600-h/DSCN7244.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434387717140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWroZ_otGI1zcmfL94OI3kU4s6aTBQ9L3NuMCZr6V72sD8XNCorOE4PCEgk74fKlx-PMiywiWZKqOCbD_6pjmDuJ5HjUoPaTe_1bZgN26aE4C76ajnpyz4aShGJ-2NKcGa3cxv0zzk7x8/s400/DSCN7244.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Ferris Wheel was fun, especially waving to Daddy,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOjr85ZmnU3_qpW009a8JohOn3JmR__DnrfwtuodsFjLyAp_TP339O4XKl_xkvKXLjBFs6MUwhOOB19mhnQIUm1WF-kfDw1rrT_NQykWP0qYVuc1tABWBKyYJCBcGCe-vMwPDenD_6hA/s1600-h/DSCN7251.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434392012108242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOjr85ZmnU3_qpW009a8JohOn3JmR__DnrfwtuodsFjLyAp_TP339O4XKl_xkvKXLjBFs6MUwhOOB19mhnQIUm1WF-kfDw1rrT_NQykWP0qYVuc1tABWBKyYJCBcGCe-vMwPDenD_6hA/s400/DSCN7251.JPG" border="0" /></a> but it was a bit disconcerting when the ride across from us started up - he didn't like the way everyone on it was screaming!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJtFOcyZWHF4StrsFg6vYYGuxDUcG_ig1JuROTQcmMW70dejDoA_zURSI7_NJGvfr2oK9H5ljtJLWTlI_IrXlqG5FCyMRW-jO7cH-mYTBPK7x8MQm5olocxcgLY3_Hf68Vw7jcV4w8Bw/s1600-h/DSCN7250.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434392012108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJtFOcyZWHF4StrsFg6vYYGuxDUcG_ig1JuROTQcmMW70dejDoA_zURSI7_NJGvfr2oK9H5ljtJLWTlI_IrXlqG5FCyMRW-jO7cH-mYTBPK7x8MQm5olocxcgLY3_Hf68Vw7jcV4w8Bw/s400/DSCN7250.JPG" border="0" /></a> Among the sidestalls, we found a very nice man who offered Wombat a go at the basketball toss.</div><div> </div><div>He let Wombat come right up to the basket, and Daddy helped to pop the ball into the net. The nice man then chose a very cute bear for Wombat's prize. At first, Wombat looked upset, but it was more the fact that a stranger came close to him & gave him something! When the man offered him a few alternative prizes, he grabbed hold of his bear as if afraid it was going to be taken off him!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGHdgD2vXPMF6nXm3QzfKoGYTWUG_5FmFBbj_0ksrAT2vHdfbvc_IGFUw5RtbpBrZk2kyxOUNAFGlBM-p5hJGCU9lczHoALbDzM_L7jAbS-_ERxUgy88c1xOsKsA89xvnLLXi4wyUhFE/s1600-h/DSCN7254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434392012108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGHdgD2vXPMF6nXm3QzfKoGYTWUG_5FmFBbj_0ksrAT2vHdfbvc_IGFUw5RtbpBrZk2kyxOUNAFGlBM-p5hJGCU9lczHoALbDzM_L7jAbS-_ERxUgy88c1xOsKsA89xvnLLXi4wyUhFE/s400/DSCN7254.JPG" border="0" /></a> Finally, Wombat and I went on the merry-go-round. He was a bit worried by this, but he liked it when I pointed out where Daddy was, and when I showed him the other horses around us and he realised he was riding on one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvHYA7l18llQgOxizrkHwNUGfjPjNaSf4rt3iPOIXDGfZRcHvnbhdEXTuqDuyQGICuIDAjjOGOQud6UTvvPZzw8kZ7vA6JnSmZy4Ld5m7YQxfWVNLRVJbItWCaMN7U4iM4726hHzD6lM/s1600-h/DSCN7261.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434396307075586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvHYA7l18llQgOxizrkHwNUGfjPjNaSf4rt3iPOIXDGfZRcHvnbhdEXTuqDuyQGICuIDAjjOGOQud6UTvvPZzw8kZ7vA6JnSmZy4Ld5m7YQxfWVNLRVJbItWCaMN7U4iM4726hHzD6lM/s400/DSCN7261.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It wasn't ideal, as the merry-go-round was stuck behind a lot of other rides, so it went past all their machinery which was very noisy, and the view for most of the ride was very ugly and industrial - hardly riding through lovely country meadows!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMNp-rW-UfzziFoZwS9kiXTeBOi1LRwIQ74WfnJB0n-jn-a_JOJpAE7ABODtGNSWfgTzDJuMxuYTdM0r6IjehyMUPyDleTFA8BIwokCMxFU7XB_1i9UU6fGpELUIRb73ddYh4G8ao3_I/s1600-h/DSCN7264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434044119757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMNp-rW-UfzziFoZwS9kiXTeBOi1LRwIQ74WfnJB0n-jn-a_JOJpAE7ABODtGNSWfgTzDJuMxuYTdM0r6IjehyMUPyDleTFA8BIwokCMxFU7XB_1i9UU6fGpELUIRb73ddYh4G8ao3_I/s400/DSCN7264.JPG" border="0" /></a> Over the next week or two, more presents arrived.</div><div></div><div>There were books from Papa...<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86ze8rLv7hEd1h_BIiS2-wHz8LDuIgBeBv2Hl1xB2U1K3TIP4lCt-S_P-QcPY7j4SRJTl2FNLHyOuXWhxMH9cyrywoTSx4RE1wnAaLKZU55vL2IB2p_QsrK7eMeMDgcnxn-Hd83C5rxA/s1600-h/Dscn7740.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434048414724482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86ze8rLv7hEd1h_BIiS2-wHz8LDuIgBeBv2Hl1xB2U1K3TIP4lCt-S_P-QcPY7j4SRJTl2FNLHyOuXWhxMH9cyrywoTSx4RE1wnAaLKZU55vL2IB2p_QsrK7eMeMDgcnxn-Hd83C5rxA/s400/Dscn7740.jpg" border="0" /></a> and more books from Mummy...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgTcVOY2x_tWBpt6jaj17pBhFwJAVe8CFPxRc5jE2QbN0lwU0c4vpauWJZzfho67hMztwDO0ncsp5OoxiWyp4qjD6vbUOdc2NVn3qWKrFQmUiBeI2rIOfqBkdOeIROGzMBNQNjVZxuMg/s1600-h/Dscn7741.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434052709691794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgTcVOY2x_tWBpt6jaj17pBhFwJAVe8CFPxRc5jE2QbN0lwU0c4vpauWJZzfho67hMztwDO0ncsp5OoxiWyp4qjD6vbUOdc2NVn3qWKrFQmUiBeI2rIOfqBkdOeIROGzMBNQNjVZxuMg/s400/Dscn7741.jpg" border="0" /></a> (This is "All Things Bright and Beautiful" - I <strong><em>really</em></strong> recommend the illustrator - <a href="http://www.avojtech.com/">Anna Vojtech</a> - it is one of the prettiest books I have ever seen!)</div><div> </div><div></div><div>A clucking banjo-playing tractor from Auntie Steff, Uncle Warwick and Kaelyn...<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHpz15g0WD25538_iG-9ecqipLAqou3-ooKAL_j7Qa9pnmE3LcwirdPIGbgz8-j77dGVGwmHMkM838iTQF35j3WaYeYqNvJHVWmzCXMl2drf-G__IsOgs1KeKpNk8MbvNnUgCbBGBoMo/s1600-h/Dscn7749.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434052709691810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTHpz15g0WD25538_iG-9ecqipLAqou3-ooKAL_j7Qa9pnmE3LcwirdPIGbgz8-j77dGVGwmHMkM838iTQF35j3WaYeYqNvJHVWmzCXMl2drf-G__IsOgs1KeKpNk8MbvNnUgCbBGBoMo/s400/Dscn7749.jpg" border="0" /></a>(and a pile of clothes, which are getting a lot of use)</div><div> </div><div></div><div>The box they came in has become a 'parking garage'. Wombat likes to set the chicken tractor going into the box, then run to the other side of the playpen (looking like he's just set off a car bomb!) to watch the lights flash in the box ;D</div><div></div><div> </div><div>And finally, a wooden Noah's Ark set from his godmother, Saira and her family...<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfT98diuYz8CW_lFIeqiQpdSnxu7rwCSR2w8Huy_99EURz1mYm8tSRR28Bbfj8gRnhIDAOABPyg7SZtpdLmi3rA30Vv3XFVDZ5lzHfwMMFhUTeMU3KI7x18-wfqeSABixCioY_lKPSn4/s1600-h/Dscn7743.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098434052709691826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfT98diuYz8CW_lFIeqiQpdSnxu7rwCSR2w8Huy_99EURz1mYm8tSRR28Bbfj8gRnhIDAOABPyg7SZtpdLmi3rA30Vv3XFVDZ5lzHfwMMFhUTeMU3KI7x18-wfqeSABixCioY_lKPSn4/s400/Dscn7743.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is an all-time winner of a toy and is still played with every day!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-18847478830454245042007-05-07T06:38:00.000+10:002007-05-07T06:39:23.620+10:00cutleryLast night, Wombat used a fork for the first time.<br /><br />This morning, he ate his toast with a spoon... and his porridge with his fingers.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-35301142879906247962007-04-13T07:20:00.000+10:002007-04-14T04:18:55.897+10:00Eleven months oldHi Everyone,<br /><br />here is Wombat's eleven month update.<br /><br />First, here is a pic of my little bookworm (enjoying some nappy-free time before his bath). Do you think he has inherited his mummy's love of literature?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEBul-qpL07kdvcEUO_Gc1-R7YOMrPkOWJCYrFQ24eWLF2rCaoa2mQlbBZZlGKn8UPBXtDF3Cm7TJ79SJgpa1eDJsg1YdoIzbjICzBVohFDK0pmFTvETeIwA2OhV9YhCciGqo8sRPEcs/s1600-h/DSCN6850.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659723803907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEBul-qpL07kdvcEUO_Gc1-R7YOMrPkOWJCYrFQ24eWLF2rCaoa2mQlbBZZlGKn8UPBXtDF3Cm7TJ79SJgpa1eDJsg1YdoIzbjICzBVohFDK0pmFTvETeIwA2OhV9YhCciGqo8sRPEcs/s400/DSCN6850.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He has been practicing walking a LOT this month, starting out holding on to two hands, <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEkBTI3i9N1OdaHmhNkppn-aNal1CjqZUSAuJYtZ5MAgTxRCjzz1zN7RYmprE6koXksmUQKcgdWbFyAPBbBb3B2wL5jaet3TntyE-djObQH-If-SOH4mh9DdRfF7F116LH78cGH8-M3g/s1600-h/DSCN6759.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659745278744034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirEkBTI3i9N1OdaHmhNkppn-aNal1CjqZUSAuJYtZ5MAgTxRCjzz1zN7RYmprE6koXksmUQKcgdWbFyAPBbBb3B2wL5jaet3TntyE-djObQH-If-SOH4mh9DdRfF7F116LH78cGH8-M3g/s400/DSCN6759.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />then one,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZIHusxvP0vQByusfEi68nWG4vOAAquyumxbEdl7nS_BSOHqM7zetxnBHxAiOlK81CNeQug2UPIcu5a-vdPF6stT4DFyrFXS38-Y3p1uuFNBNYl-9xnRulg9fdUb0XFBESipDla7B76Q/s1600-h/Dscn7184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659771048547826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZIHusxvP0vQByusfEi68nWG4vOAAquyumxbEdl7nS_BSOHqM7zetxnBHxAiOlK81CNeQug2UPIcu5a-vdPF6stT4DFyrFXS38-Y3p1uuFNBNYl-9xnRulg9fdUb0XFBESipDla7B76Q/s400/Dscn7184.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and he has even taken some steps on his own without help. The other day he climbed up my knee to stand up, then took off across the kitchen without waiting to grab my hand. He got halfway before he realised he was on his own, at which point he sat down suddenly in surprise ;) It won't be long before he is running around by himself. He is very strong and pulls us along, and if we try to lead him away from the direction he wants to go, he sits down on the spot!<br /><br />His horizons have broadened as a result. Here he is playing with the front fence.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlPH18Ck4sBs5jkYyBUczMtAke3QD3AeJlRB750MPDOhV8mhBfrIEfWURkyL36bJhXI23MKOkJBdRNq3c_BJXOafACZedLcqZAMJFIxVzMtuzjATVYxV-5CRTWBSOJ7EVDpdkwsWaZ04/s1600-h/Dscn6972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659229882668418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlPH18Ck4sBs5jkYyBUczMtAke3QD3AeJlRB750MPDOhV8mhBfrIEfWURkyL36bJhXI23MKOkJBdRNq3c_BJXOafACZedLcqZAMJFIxVzMtuzjATVYxV-5CRTWBSOJ7EVDpdkwsWaZ04/s400/Dscn6972.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He has even walked all the way down to the dam by himself - though he was pretty tired after that, and happy just to sit and look!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJ9ra8wZozEx1vhHwmmNLWcF8fh2mkePsEtD4Q6p803jnL8xOv6r4W7F1QK1I40FgzA2T9xjZYcjx4AhyphenhyphenXvIPwYX8DyZu9vu2wKWnPXG3omrMHkJ6JxOqaHwO31iO9QpyQJ99qjKjQh8/s1600-h/Dscn6895.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659251357504914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigJ9ra8wZozEx1vhHwmmNLWcF8fh2mkePsEtD4Q6p803jnL8xOv6r4W7F1QK1I40FgzA2T9xjZYcjx4AhyphenhyphenXvIPwYX8DyZu9vu2wKWnPXG3omrMHkJ6JxOqaHwO31iO9QpyQJ99qjKjQh8/s400/Dscn6895.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The damwater has been pretty murky lately, due to the drought - the levels are quite low<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadJMp6vuUwGY1T5wrm1s4c5yJnH72oisfMjgwG0F4PdPhdtiq15XmIZMyfYP-d2vMlQPSGFLEj211elbGRggU9_8gfPYite109IjRMTOaWXsdEp3FFAI4-_Vk82yBs0uGx9Pnyo6XWb8/s1600-h/Dscn6802.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659277127308706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadJMp6vuUwGY1T5wrm1s4c5yJnH72oisfMjgwG0F4PdPhdtiq15XmIZMyfYP-d2vMlQPSGFLEj211elbGRggU9_8gfPYite109IjRMTOaWXsdEp3FFAI4-_Vk82yBs0uGx9Pnyo6XWb8/s400/Dscn6802.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />but thankfully we have had quite a lot of rain this month, and while it has by no means refilled, at least the water is a lot cleaner.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbLqoTJpEtpXnL8mONc6TiMfmHR0-6PrpVKwY5wOyp_nJrbCQ3rQGCWquP9tW-yigj6GvIBeqbHjgGUsL7VKdNU35IWXaivOM4tjwwppFXADKgozfXqE5BWp6P3oFSscceTAOUuEpQfQ/s1600-h/Dscn6889.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659298602145202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbLqoTJpEtpXnL8mONc6TiMfmHR0-6PrpVKwY5wOyp_nJrbCQ3rQGCWquP9tW-yigj6GvIBeqbHjgGUsL7VKdNU35IWXaivOM4tjwwppFXADKgozfXqE5BWp6P3oFSscceTAOUuEpQfQ/s400/Dscn6889.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Once he recovered his energy, Wombat continued walking (with breaks for a bit of rock study) and made it almost to the end of the bush track before I needed to carry him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU0J75JLk56NteKS3hoX5SJXomeNqSYf4QJUt7SDMZvu_xCSFAjxYTVpxcpOoaQRM-yOnJxT6_Wk9LI34J2xTLheBjUWsBcuYg6X3fwWSK5GzIhkUblhXFtDGOZRtMH9-pa3SF5JEGuc/s1600-h/Dscn6899.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052659324371948994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwU0J75JLk56NteKS3hoX5SJXomeNqSYf4QJUt7SDMZvu_xCSFAjxYTVpxcpOoaQRM-yOnJxT6_Wk9LI34J2xTLheBjUWsBcuYg6X3fwWSK5GzIhkUblhXFtDGOZRtMH9-pa3SF5JEGuc/s400/Dscn6899.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The rain has also helped the grass, and it is lovely and lush and green. Yeti is having a hard time keeping up with the mowing (especially after the mower threw away one of its wheel nuts - so now he has to use the whipper snipper!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJCjiqwuzTUK-iwn4_Mlp_QXzCElPPtXF6xSEf1dmjBbRuvTITWRePPalM5fMCET-Tj00mVwL4fN_A9Yi9sVN3IsiNChkVbCCQP3mHRJ49R50CLz1CG0MHqw_i9Mq45VFaMvUnoHbkoI/s1600-h/Dscn7014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658641472148786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJCjiqwuzTUK-iwn4_Mlp_QXzCElPPtXF6xSEf1dmjBbRuvTITWRePPalM5fMCET-Tj00mVwL4fN_A9Yi9sVN3IsiNChkVbCCQP3mHRJ49R50CLz1CG0MHqw_i9Mq45VFaMvUnoHbkoI/s400/Dscn7014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wombat loves wandering around in it - and this month he discovered Dandelions for the first time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0AMnq1m1LmCod8BlDOR0KIuRL5k4ekgaDgWFZjBC8OPyFbVGqez6GTdGS9_70xTBWF6BBlAHF-42uk8ah7KdAnjUmjUhC0V8hYpMdyBgdm1AAIjq_TqY44NC8fHt6yTYMRRXF0WXDo4/s1600-h/Dscn7106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658662946985282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0AMnq1m1LmCod8BlDOR0KIuRL5k4ekgaDgWFZjBC8OPyFbVGqez6GTdGS9_70xTBWF6BBlAHF-42uk8ah7KdAnjUmjUhC0V8hYpMdyBgdm1AAIjq_TqY44NC8fHt6yTYMRRXF0WXDo4/s400/Dscn7106.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not sure if he liked the taste!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtv9G4VQWEkuJSxKWpxIj4HNUYyjS8LFisHLMsIaX5Fvu69w7CmK66wWKN9c7UNw0lQfTXG-U_Rid8OTsyOkNsZkzpBGpzrEbM0WtXkSOyM3F-KZRHmYk9_eRPFbaW7JV7wX7KKjH90c/s1600-h/Dscn7118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658688716789074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtv9G4VQWEkuJSxKWpxIj4HNUYyjS8LFisHLMsIaX5Fvu69w7CmK66wWKN9c7UNw0lQfTXG-U_Rid8OTsyOkNsZkzpBGpzrEbM0WtXkSOyM3F-KZRHmYk9_eRPFbaW7JV7wX7KKjH90c/s400/Dscn7118.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But it definitely gave him 'food for thought' ;P<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zWAny36Osbb8iOHzbNAlHrdLoJQiHS3O6XpIcCnS-vxV3OseVcK-MpaILG3Y5C0s-5oqJ1_h327Oilee1lkqc4CM6QvreVc-h_RhFkf26iFBL1x47m3TJ2LVx4_JEJS2VROC7pSYCzk/s1600-h/Dscn7119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658714486592866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zWAny36Osbb8iOHzbNAlHrdLoJQiHS3O6XpIcCnS-vxV3OseVcK-MpaILG3Y5C0s-5oqJ1_h327Oilee1lkqc4CM6QvreVc-h_RhFkf26iFBL1x47m3TJ2LVx4_JEJS2VROC7pSYCzk/s400/Dscn7119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Because of the snakes, he is no longer able to roam by himself while I hang the washing, so we have settled on the swing as a compromise.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwu5LM4KGIzouk0AHc1eoErV3jyCxGLdMQN7hXc9FqhZVL9VeDr5Ytg-10FK_aiBeiggC48mdIsBtx2WShyphenhyphenj7VRXUAZzkUuJChaaLy9JjFldWZgPD1j5-wcBAvMlIP76ENG_KbqPSQJ4/s1600-h/DSCN6848.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658735961429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwu5LM4KGIzouk0AHc1eoErV3jyCxGLdMQN7hXc9FqhZVL9VeDr5Ytg-10FK_aiBeiggC48mdIsBtx2WShyphenhyphenj7VRXUAZzkUuJChaaLy9JjFldWZgPD1j5-wcBAvMlIP76ENG_KbqPSQJ4/s400/DSCN6848.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Wombat's efforts to make friends with the cats has come a long way this month. He has managed several patting sessions, and instead of running away from him, Morgana has started inviting him to share her adventures.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjOclTPQ939EUtDej_jHW7GKce4XrAqF6Qen6igTczNfS9WBxq6ioChYrR_8b7r8aUGM50yVItY20r5vh3LLaD6RTD-vLvkbPIOBxp-I5Kqi17Os2vAmI7lFQuDavVVWguWzsohmyWX8/s1600-h/Dscn7005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658096011302114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjOclTPQ939EUtDej_jHW7GKce4XrAqF6Qen6igTczNfS9WBxq6ioChYrR_8b7r8aUGM50yVItY20r5vh3LLaD6RTD-vLvkbPIOBxp-I5Kqi17Os2vAmI7lFQuDavVVWguWzsohmyWX8/s400/Dscn7005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />She also has taken to supervising his play - though she can't quite understand the fascination of an empty paint tin!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5I0X4j3YaBy5YE4XCOgftuxC5lUyXl6xS4CRUoo_rFKreDFZpFFWKhByDksIuz5PC7LCvwmchBiQjSqOfpU9wQZBM1fn9gv61XPVueNbv9r1c8J6gCBst1ZGTJJ7PC8jskLRs_G3Ov4/s1600-h/Dscn7019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658117486138610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5I0X4j3YaBy5YE4XCOgftuxC5lUyXl6xS4CRUoo_rFKreDFZpFFWKhByDksIuz5PC7LCvwmchBiQjSqOfpU9wQZBM1fn9gv61XPVueNbv9r1c8J6gCBst1ZGTJJ7PC8jskLRs_G3Ov4/s400/Dscn7019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The quest to keep him from hurtling himself down the stairs (usually after an escaping pussycat) continues. (In this photo I am holding his hand, which is the only reason he is going down feet first instead of head first!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_r0snpTU9BD_seMJAVlzXGED5f31o2ETuP_iUSW1w5WEW_2wuWmYi76fEGdO0gwqy1NX7C2A8fcCB_5MLYxgDRGTiLcaRNAfVGn_aYmWhI2QxnUfqE4omn1QewhIMaJJceiSmqWxuG84/s1600-h/DSCN7125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658138960975106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_r0snpTU9BD_seMJAVlzXGED5f31o2ETuP_iUSW1w5WEW_2wuWmYi76fEGdO0gwqy1NX7C2A8fcCB_5MLYxgDRGTiLcaRNAfVGn_aYmWhI2QxnUfqE4omn1QewhIMaJJceiSmqWxuG84/s400/DSCN7125.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Going up the stairs is also a challenge for him - he won't put both feet on one step before stepping onto the next one - no, he has to be like the adults, and just walk straight up, with a foot for each step... what is really funny is when he decides to try SKIPPING a step, even though the steps are further apart than his little legs can reach!<br /><br />He has also discovered that, with a bit of effort, he can now crawl over the edge of our bed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExjjEsw0LcTLV7S_BincswhYUuB_G4JWhX2Qib0XHf4euDLHYxPvICO25zzAd7vCn2Bk6kRLShV6QUfTnb-hyinGzZ1wJhIq3eeEHA60bPPG9zl4zRIbDYm1shNH3tzfJjRPiUV3ixNk/s1600-h/Dscn6824.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658164730778898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExjjEsw0LcTLV7S_BincswhYUuB_G4JWhX2Qib0XHf4euDLHYxPvICO25zzAd7vCn2Bk6kRLShV6QUfTnb-hyinGzZ1wJhIq3eeEHA60bPPG9zl4zRIbDYm1shNH3tzfJjRPiUV3ixNk/s400/Dscn6824.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It's so much more fun when you do it all by yourself!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXPQDsjzVDdOPS7p8qdc6bhTQzUPpur-4EGLbAPJAIGqnD5IZZqIohlkfoVrNLKu8tABOpfJYpyanpKVaxBNKhyphenhyphenS1oUDPzDBam1wnHl7i2FZraSFO0VY0ii75jVqEZZpGpnlmZKQqvKg/s1600-h/Dscn6830.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052658186205615394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXPQDsjzVDdOPS7p8qdc6bhTQzUPpur-4EGLbAPJAIGqnD5IZZqIohlkfoVrNLKu8tABOpfJYpyanpKVaxBNKhyphenhyphenS1oUDPzDBam1wnHl7i2FZraSFO0VY0ii75jVqEZZpGpnlmZKQqvKg/s400/Dscn6830.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He is such a cheeky little wombat,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDqPeCXdwh402m-cIp0v_1-wloZLf0G8LT_r19hs3RwpKSA38myLXTulll0_Ni4N_37AZrAZC6aCrazFyBFxmS37hZKaV8l5jXc_mc0BP-F68UyE45iH16E8oLxFVI2ACqF6IHkNX_rY/s1600-h/Dscn6815.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656017247130770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDqPeCXdwh402m-cIp0v_1-wloZLf0G8LT_r19hs3RwpKSA38myLXTulll0_Ni4N_37AZrAZC6aCrazFyBFxmS37hZKaV8l5jXc_mc0BP-F68UyE45iH16E8oLxFVI2ACqF6IHkNX_rY/s400/Dscn6815.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and everything is such fun to explore...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPayLftdRyq7Cgax89-EW2Ang3Op4A0-bMq-uGTc8A55xVW_-mmOCI9QVUjQWO3_g3C0yzHxJUNKsQ-zVn23cNv1uwukxRyQ2yYKNkJ4PJt_icOQtsx6Pck-dCpNUfHPryYLZwNDbMY8/s1600-h/Dscn6814.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656038721967266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPayLftdRyq7Cgax89-EW2Ang3Op4A0-bMq-uGTc8A55xVW_-mmOCI9QVUjQWO3_g3C0yzHxJUNKsQ-zVn23cNv1uwukxRyQ2yYKNkJ4PJt_icOQtsx6Pck-dCpNUfHPryYLZwNDbMY8/s400/Dscn6814.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The less stable it is, the better!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_dTCiviWru6aUk_LDrDOGIc-0aAk8oTYmZ81TtR6xyH6XRz8AC5UmPBQIgBNjd9ykrtTDIpGV7YB0IiMvCZ3Ye8alYRXRnKHBnDnR21Gaovao3xi4efITj9s6GLMO-i53RYfra9sWgg/s1600-h/Dscn7077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656064491771058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_dTCiviWru6aUk_LDrDOGIc-0aAk8oTYmZ81TtR6xyH6XRz8AC5UmPBQIgBNjd9ykrtTDIpGV7YB0IiMvCZ3Ye8alYRXRnKHBnDnR21Gaovao3xi4efITj9s6GLMO-i53RYfra9sWgg/s400/Dscn7077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have been so tired lately, I must admit he spends more time on my exercise machine than I do ;P<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcUxNv8iQKo8_YDfplCqo2qhpICn0KaXUfMBF-OGFNG9Ty9m9SS0FD4qrj5hAEOwxqlcoPR1TCDhwd5LSSRclsJpK4tc1CE3CYz4dn3QcTVuizGnBT9mPlJ-PkNIGgeSgDAHY2cZcbXw/s1600-h/Dscn7071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656085966607554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcUxNv8iQKo8_YDfplCqo2qhpICn0KaXUfMBF-OGFNG9Ty9m9SS0FD4qrj5hAEOwxqlcoPR1TCDhwd5LSSRclsJpK4tc1CE3CYz4dn3QcTVuizGnBT9mPlJ-PkNIGgeSgDAHY2cZcbXw/s400/Dscn7071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He likes to twist the tension knob, which makes funny clicky sounds. I am sure one day he is going to twist it way up and then it will break there, so I will be cycling on the highest level for ever after!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DVjik7BYdL_aqwnV0B-DKMldfhTmQqshCIES7eB-JoaX6ImnN6rLk1mZqL5IVPAn36JqdzmcbwgfCbI2rGEDheJ1CCXR-PZZJlFQUnSq58F5_Irhz6-LbbZWmDS5Uogq7VF5EcasKyI/s1600-h/Dscn7072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656111736411346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_DVjik7BYdL_aqwnV0B-DKMldfhTmQqshCIES7eB-JoaX6ImnN6rLk1mZqL5IVPAn36JqdzmcbwgfCbI2rGEDheJ1CCXR-PZZJlFQUnSq58F5_Irhz6-LbbZWmDS5Uogq7VF5EcasKyI/s400/Dscn7072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Not surprisingly, with all this adventuring, he has a constant supply of bumps and bruises. This was a particularly good one - a lump like a marble on the back of his head, caused by falling backwards onto the doorstep. He gets very 'floppy' when he is tired, and falls over very easily, but this doesn't stop him wanting to explore everything. Thank goodness there have been no serious injuries so far (touch wood).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36LuR2_ew2wSL9QZJIiZdS3NESlkGBsUH1bRRE1un21dBYsE__gjPLP2ZlJevTQkFRt__VK06c4GapShT4IKVndZXxbgQ-wzqqIEgfssJBUGqJKWGA2GgnqB2Au2-1YbqpGQCI-CkNUA/s1600-h/Dscn7126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655600635302978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36LuR2_ew2wSL9QZJIiZdS3NESlkGBsUH1bRRE1un21dBYsE__gjPLP2ZlJevTQkFRt__VK06c4GapShT4IKVndZXxbgQ-wzqqIEgfssJBUGqJKWGA2GgnqB2Au2-1YbqpGQCI-CkNUA/s400/Dscn7126.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My experiments in baby-wearing continue. I still haven't had the chance to buy some proper fabric for a sling, but I have tried various other alternatives. This is a bedsheet and works well for around the house, if a little too bulky for wearing out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPipD3haI2icvAzEdqkS8QmydkS_LlYzJWmM2KClJ5ER4iWZTBxlf2RD8NlVafkVo95cynA2s3mDO271Ybwm1UzjShdhc1L4MUXzvIddCymAVzP7nPO_34VUso89zJwPVqJVeNZiW8WYs/s1600-h/Dscn6794.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655626405106770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPipD3haI2icvAzEdqkS8QmydkS_LlYzJWmM2KClJ5ER4iWZTBxlf2RD8NlVafkVo95cynA2s3mDO271Ybwm1UzjShdhc1L4MUXzvIddCymAVzP7nPO_34VUso89zJwPVqJVeNZiW8WYs/s400/Dscn6794.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When I am doing the housework, I still use the Chinese carrier, only now I wear him looking out, which he thinks is fun - he sings to my while I vaccuum!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZAF5wvbRhNYryAh0yT8wsf0HyPba7Wt_VqUYEorZjYDvz_Rt3WdBjYQjHmPeO9WhcYfMBi80JcwmgkQBGZslwxkTkQNbVoznboIqWCK4z4eRcJL05Cc-zAWAhAnWUBaGzBUmudzhecQ/s1600-h/Dscn7054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655647879943266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZAF5wvbRhNYryAh0yT8wsf0HyPba7Wt_VqUYEorZjYDvz_Rt3WdBjYQjHmPeO9WhcYfMBi80JcwmgkQBGZslwxkTkQNbVoznboIqWCK4z4eRcJL05Cc-zAWAhAnWUBaGzBUmudzhecQ/s400/Dscn7054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As with all kids his age, he likes Mummy to build tall towers out of his bricks<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfzhsHpErrJVZn5og0NCoTe9RBoHYrg0_gV7u__6PRGfznKfml4F_30N22TAI2yY_ICiAGozzst9iUneYPnorVX7qYCGsHYPNaafEb69QinvXANMPk0Cq6CxQbElCTSvoOaDiujEZz8k/s1600-h/Dscn6946.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655673649747058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfzhsHpErrJVZn5og0NCoTe9RBoHYrg0_gV7u__6PRGfznKfml4F_30N22TAI2yY_ICiAGozzst9iUneYPnorVX7qYCGsHYPNaafEb69QinvXANMPk0Cq6CxQbElCTSvoOaDiujEZz8k/s400/Dscn6946.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />which he then takes great delight in knocking down.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs10P2-K918G3a45nIsMVEeS_luTEBs2P4uSuOH9U9J_d0i9g8S1j4-KJIrpJnKhIuNr60DtABbn5jC5FFBK3SLXCevlDBSwSk-levA81rEeID3I7Z6S9nhIq3zTqzBQIfDR1Thyk5UOY/s1600-h/Dscn6947.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655695124583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs10P2-K918G3a45nIsMVEeS_luTEBs2P4uSuOH9U9J_d0i9g8S1j4-KJIrpJnKhIuNr60DtABbn5jC5FFBK3SLXCevlDBSwSk-levA81rEeID3I7Z6S9nhIq3zTqzBQIfDR1Thyk5UOY/s400/Dscn6947.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He is quite the little naturalist, and loves collecting things on his walks (here he has a leaf, a rosehip and a stone from the driveway)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rvXB_OyLQJLBPyRsgC9KErGQSOuU0uHURAWqg9gsDU7yYltS_i_QO12bxOQexZJ-wpwznYNnrVLCKZxCCS4M0HxT5VDkTGfQBtLegSFJL-_th1G2AlcJpHRbHhkiXr9BsBOX6bVgkeI/s1600-h/Dscn7192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655089534194674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rvXB_OyLQJLBPyRsgC9KErGQSOuU0uHURAWqg9gsDU7yYltS_i_QO12bxOQexZJ-wpwznYNnrVLCKZxCCS4M0HxT5VDkTGfQBtLegSFJL-_th1G2AlcJpHRbHhkiXr9BsBOX6bVgkeI/s400/Dscn7192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Some kids draw on the walls with crayons... our little boy uses flowers!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRlhJDihuqiRSAu9yAyfuAXmBvHX0xkpe35p3booXVLH1LVbhaiuA90OjIUeq9miuwFcRkphlusda0xraR00Qis7gxTY9eVrVou18yLlMqvziq1xOa_9JY1JYEzKeWtHkb7yCcJkAWj0/s1600-h/Dscn7083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655115303998466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXRlhJDihuqiRSAu9yAyfuAXmBvHX0xkpe35p3booXVLH1LVbhaiuA90OjIUeq9miuwFcRkphlusda0xraR00Qis7gxTY9eVrVou18yLlMqvziq1xOa_9JY1JYEzKeWtHkb7yCcJkAWj0/s400/Dscn7083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wombat's new food discovery this month is a biscuit for morning or afternoon tea. Here he is enjoying a Milk Arrowroot, while watching Yeti's remote control car (mentioned in my previous update)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_eQOX6yVO4g-DwlcJ-VfC45rCzzIFGCLpWW00aa2wM-aq07zFDZ6qKYvX3cZJI4gEQm67VIMQ0TgMu6PdBBKxDIbkxWoMq5-z9moK1tTazoTHqkulkHvoedf7mtDroof8LUTJYqUmTw/s1600-h/Dscn7102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655136778834962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_eQOX6yVO4g-DwlcJ-VfC45rCzzIFGCLpWW00aa2wM-aq07zFDZ6qKYvX3cZJI4gEQm67VIMQ0TgMu6PdBBKxDIbkxWoMq5-z9moK1tTazoTHqkulkHvoedf7mtDroof8LUTJYqUmTw/s400/Dscn7102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We bought him another pram on ebay - having admired it in the shops for $700, we eventually got a secondhand one for $100. It is not quite as well sprung as the Emmaljunga (still my favourite) but it gives him a great view and is better over the rough terrain of our bush tracks. It is also a lot faster on the road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiXlVTM1mP5h0rVOc6c_NhazwqtfifezK3joRjANBssmUauGD584reDr_c_Q85u5TFBMhVxCoLrNJzSDlxU4fu7j8xg-8JqcHeM9phTKVZH7ukXP4USfM4eLvdlHJfBnjwZh_kXBfA4o/s1600-h/Dscn7177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655162548638754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOiXlVTM1mP5h0rVOc6c_NhazwqtfifezK3joRjANBssmUauGD584reDr_c_Q85u5TFBMhVxCoLrNJzSDlxU4fu7j8xg-8JqcHeM9phTKVZH7ukXP4USfM4eLvdlHJfBnjwZh_kXBfA4o/s400/Dscn7177.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The unimpressed look is for the next set of teeth which are well on their way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQtixw4ibXrOFMlp1mlJIcAsuIRQacVSJnie20QXLpzXzJ-ZhNpGq3B16eXr1cn6M49QQuOYQ3kT7Il46x7MBaBSW0XFlrK5tJ1qcVebT6yZ2ua2IrlQg2Ukj6uQGGznZESlErKHKzOs/s1600-h/Dscn7179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052655184023475250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQtixw4ibXrOFMlp1mlJIcAsuIRQacVSJnie20QXLpzXzJ-ZhNpGq3B16eXr1cn6M49QQuOYQ3kT7Il46x7MBaBSW0XFlrK5tJ1qcVebT6yZ2ua2IrlQg2Ukj6uQGGznZESlErKHKzOs/s400/Dscn7179.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I will leave you with this big toothy grin, showing the promise of things to come!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihn97dxfVroSuT8yJf9iesfOxsjGrUavHad9vnB21ybYLssqOK_c8SNtFy4-K25FyV2o8b1VXpQH_HqTR5U0ZCTDly0uwI5sc6YTz3A1P4C1tf1lnZpJUv1OgH18mAoAeIE4uvN3jsOAs/s1600-h/Dscn7029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihn97dxfVroSuT8yJf9iesfOxsjGrUavHad9vnB21ybYLssqOK_c8SNtFy4-K25FyV2o8b1VXpQH_HqTR5U0ZCTDly0uwI5sc6YTz3A1P4C1tf1lnZpJUv1OgH18mAoAeIE4uvN3jsOAs/s400/Dscn7029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052663361641207314" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-87999379496845936052007-03-20T12:04:00.003+11:002007-03-22T03:52:11.171+11:00Ten months oldHi everyone,<br /><br />I know I am terribly late with my updates - but it seems the more I have to write about, the less time I have to write in! Updates will be monthly from now on - though you will get two this month, as I am behind - this one is of Wombat at 10 months old. In the next one (which I will hopefully get out before his birthday - next Friday - on the 23rd) he will of course be 11 months. This one is a real marathon update - I seem to have taken a huge amount of photos of Wombat this month, and of course, they are all so cute that I can't resist showing them to you!<br /><br />Soon after Wombat turned 10 months old, I bought him a pair of kneepads from Snazzy Baby. They proved to be fantastic, and he loved them immediately! Now he could crawl across all the hard, rough, hurty surfaces which previously held him back. His world instantly expanded!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vlAjjsWtjUFTtC24EToMadGyii1rMCNOUNJCnVHVCGZionLdVGnIwiNVBtjojkkw3kJYkpz6-twklWRQdUpHLqpprZojqRcIq-yAdgCExTRXO6vNH1r_RfYSoRj4hP_l3BrxhsKhPcs/s1600-h/DSCN6029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044410031711603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vlAjjsWtjUFTtC24EToMadGyii1rMCNOUNJCnVHVCGZionLdVGnIwiNVBtjojkkw3kJYkpz6-twklWRQdUpHLqpprZojqRcIq-yAdgCExTRXO6vNH1r_RfYSoRj4hP_l3BrxhsKhPcs/s400/DSCN6029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In fact, he liked them so much that I had to buy a second pair so I could get them off him to wash them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYHr_ruxZwgbo1pq328bsZQNtuzZyBY7-0pGZtYcGTG8PFG8wTBp9FOmrtAL-SjyYroWns21Xg_oJUYmgHlsIg97n7U9RoGk7keRZmiKOUAKtoRYwbSSZZqmVESflvDj8IWMAkP7aytk/s1600-h/DSCN6158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409808373304162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxYHr_ruxZwgbo1pq328bsZQNtuzZyBY7-0pGZtYcGTG8PFG8wTBp9FOmrtAL-SjyYroWns21Xg_oJUYmgHlsIg97n7U9RoGk7keRZmiKOUAKtoRYwbSSZZqmVESflvDj8IWMAkP7aytk/s400/DSCN6158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I also wrote to the lady who sells them, and sent her a few photos. This proved to be a good move, as she thought he was so cute, she threw in a free messy mat (the packaging had been damaged, but it was otherwise perfect). The messy mat is printed with Australian animals and birds, and is great for crafts, and under the highchair, and even for putting on the deck on wet days, so we have somewhere dry to play<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBzf44VYQOzdd8D6W7LA7k3843TneFCr66k24wI_LHRWDohkGoa4bbYIzBVQcjtTLc16n4E4h3ctotvheLfGJJTsBGENb2pwF8BZbadtOlKr7sO9Oat4MEwDmuGqfoRXQC7WQGHX0n1w/s1600-h/DSCN6310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409812668271474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJBzf44VYQOzdd8D6W7LA7k3843TneFCr66k24wI_LHRWDohkGoa4bbYIzBVQcjtTLc16n4E4h3ctotvheLfGJJTsBGENb2pwF8BZbadtOlKr7sO9Oat4MEwDmuGqfoRXQC7WQGHX0n1w/s400/DSCN6310.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat put his new-found confidence to good use, learning to ride the 'cornpopper' Steff and her family gave him for Christmas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwBG0pBNwZaFhaOuQZWxlKDCMuuYU2YdKxGlaC8frh5Hp7OYH_l8PJOgGp80sYelk0xGeNwjBwOo2xnVaP2pY7AT17HCiYFKOt7OQmkDe7495Bqgl2YsufiP2yMbgw9nJn0Vch5h6cVQ/s1600-h/DSCN6099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409816963238786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwBG0pBNwZaFhaOuQZWxlKDCMuuYU2YdKxGlaC8frh5Hp7OYH_l8PJOgGp80sYelk0xGeNwjBwOo2xnVaP2pY7AT17HCiYFKOt7OQmkDe7495Bqgl2YsufiP2yMbgw9nJn0Vch5h6cVQ/s400/DSCN6099.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He prefers me to push him around on it, rather than propelling it with his own little legs, which is rather hard on my back - but I have worked out a way to push it with my foot, and we have travelled all around the yard on it. Wombat even became adventurous enough to take his first few 'independent' steps using it!<br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/NX/OF/1169568961QhNPSfwwVFkz5fjOKRK6_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="center" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />Cornpopper has also been joined by a number of other wheels. Yeti bought him this elephant, which has a lower centre of gravity than the cornpopper (which tends to tip up if he leans on the back). The elephant was easy to tip over too - until Yeti drilled a hole under the seat and filled it with gravel.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-LlRGkWyPJvXu7hT3VQYCAZ6Y95Pc9dkkX0LxoWaJvdjxrvGtL9x6Mqj87kXXGOMViwVgyQcAy4jXluuAgcryCuauw5s-YYfAOdOCc27nkGFhgFaQrwusikOi16Npxc68xPh0qS0Amw/s1600-h/Dscn6344.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409816963238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-LlRGkWyPJvXu7hT3VQYCAZ6Y95Pc9dkkX0LxoWaJvdjxrvGtL9x6Mqj87kXXGOMViwVgyQcAy4jXluuAgcryCuauw5s-YYfAOdOCc27nkGFhgFaQrwusikOi16Npxc68xPh0qS0Amw/s400/Dscn6344.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I bought him this Heffalump - it converts from a ride-on to a rocker, and has buttons on the handles which play music, while Heffalump's trunk waves in time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1lFVVTXq6s-zk0Jk5VGavvPNvockbHTmzGYBW_CAL631NJArxXIiwiDfEbG02guaAiUAu3bG-tKiCApmy0uNxxDweoT98kSt0qO7NzR6MbcCpe1M32BtQbHiAo6ZakSZjSC3iQ_AXDk/s1600-h/DSCN6731.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409821258206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1lFVVTXq6s-zk0Jk5VGavvPNvockbHTmzGYBW_CAL631NJArxXIiwiDfEbG02guaAiUAu3bG-tKiCApmy0uNxxDweoT98kSt0qO7NzR6MbcCpe1M32BtQbHiAo6ZakSZjSC3iQ_AXDk/s400/DSCN6731.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wombat, being Wombat, likes to stand in the saddle of both these elephants. Luckily he hasn't fallen off yet! It is questionable whether we will replace Heffalump's batteries when they wear out, too... as Wombat likes pressing buttons - without waiting for the song to finish - so we hear the first bar of "Winnie the Pooh" over and over again until he gets bored with it ;)<br /><br />As with all children, the more moblile he gets, the more he wants to explore... and much of this exploration can be problematic for his parents! The phone is an endless source of fascination...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbS96S2IbzxX0lYOkRAwCQGf5sjU_iuSCVxiUI7OEswRmUJ42xTYFMofvhe1Ci7PCayz2kgvfUp4a7XMB7H2E4v9a2UIoy6QoVAemDBSLhpdHDaJg8ncONADgbgjxQl_plsQwhdrcA19c/s1600-h/DSCN6336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409232847686418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbS96S2IbzxX0lYOkRAwCQGf5sjU_iuSCVxiUI7OEswRmUJ42xTYFMofvhe1Ci7PCayz2kgvfUp4a7XMB7H2E4v9a2UIoy6QoVAemDBSLhpdHDaJg8ncONADgbgjxQl_plsQwhdrcA19c/s400/DSCN6336.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />and we have to be constantly on guard to stop him launching himself head first down the stairs! I can see a barrier appearing there in the near future, as it is just too tempting to chase the cats over the edge. He has no fear of heights, and if the adults can walk up and down the stairs with ease, so can he!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ATMl2yWAsep11EpQ7moiM08X7F08rFnMrjag85Do4DKzmu03Nzk-zmq44gWpfiSuepnNNCRpd1iVv33oxEjXdlzbXc1nEZ48_Z3j_acDcZqh7oK3zAKhNCL8kc_IAO5R2qxXa_FYKoU/s1600-h/DSCN6155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409237142653730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ATMl2yWAsep11EpQ7moiM08X7F08rFnMrjag85Do4DKzmu03Nzk-zmq44gWpfiSuepnNNCRpd1iVv33oxEjXdlzbXc1nEZ48_Z3j_acDcZqh7oK3zAKhNCL8kc_IAO5R2qxXa_FYKoU/s400/DSCN6155.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You remember my worries about him falling off the change table, when he first started rolling over? Well, now he has days when he absolutely MUST climb off the change table onto my dressing table to investigate the cd player, and the clock, and all the other amazing things there... a nappy change becomes a battle with me constantly hauling him back out of danger! I have worked out that saying "No" and dragging him back just results in a baby tug-of-war, whereas asking nicely for his co-operation: "Please help Mummy put your nappy on now" works almost every time!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgin2A8jqSzFSkfjFNrbKb2K7CywlciB4LA7ewH0sjHbAoGIU7RCwBkIa3cEccbVhUbPm6b1rFWNusGU80avwd7UX5VqHFVHSS0S5nvL72JNYWfdTUC6FumdZe0K1lDsEXHwJHqPe9QrKQ/s1600-h/DSCN6599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409241437621042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgin2A8jqSzFSkfjFNrbKb2K7CywlciB4LA7ewH0sjHbAoGIU7RCwBkIa3cEccbVhUbPm6b1rFWNusGU80avwd7UX5VqHFVHSS0S5nvL72JNYWfdTUC6FumdZe0K1lDsEXHwJHqPe9QrKQ/s400/DSCN6599.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He is getting more independant (so long as it involves him moving away from me - if I move away from him, full-blown separation anxiety kicks in). Here he is out on the deck, exploring a rainy night...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Q40HOPi3aZ8_qV_5-S-lh5nalrYLhKdoH4lHTMmGnrcSpDrfK7VYyh_hjNWH_CC9ZiiGbJsNHDbj2xIIrRyM9g2zQFJq-RgeRy9oel8p9skIu3C5HwHPqrrgVYeXAyjgRGNvCRAOsDE/s1600-h/DSCN6720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409245732588354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Q40HOPi3aZ8_qV_5-S-lh5nalrYLhKdoH4lHTMmGnrcSpDrfK7VYyh_hjNWH_CC9ZiiGbJsNHDbj2xIIrRyM9g2zQFJq-RgeRy9oel8p9skIu3C5HwHPqrrgVYeXAyjgRGNvCRAOsDE/s400/DSCN6720.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />and here he is pretending to shut the door on Mummy so she can't follow :) giggling the whole time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ0nYJ6ih23HZOiePBwMmFA-pqeJi4nSRHgCe_hveTFI0V3qBrWyHv9U_b09T4yzll22bC9SssVOdbWIAdCmnoCC_VUUYyCoEjqeL_sIRRrxrX5TEnoOP64jp-n3QFFt1_0NSeCuaTMY/s1600-h/DSCN6721.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044409245732588370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ0nYJ6ih23HZOiePBwMmFA-pqeJi4nSRHgCe_hveTFI0V3qBrWyHv9U_b09T4yzll22bC9SssVOdbWIAdCmnoCC_VUUYyCoEjqeL_sIRRrxrX5TEnoOP64jp-n3QFFt1_0NSeCuaTMY/s400/DSCN6721.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After I mentioned my difficulties working out when Wombat wants to use the potty (in a previous update) a friend suggested I try teaching him sign language. I have had variable success with this. It will work really well about one time in 10! We had it all worked out and he was using the sign to tell me he needed to go, so I thought "Great - he knows that sign now, let's teach him some more." Unfortunately, that just confused him, as some of them looked too similar, and I probably wasn't consistent with them, and we were back to square one. Since then he has worked out his own sign which he tries to use when he remembers (unfortunatley, usually in situations where I can't really acknowledge it - like in the car), and I am getting better at reading the other signs in his behaviour. We bought him a new, more comfortable potty and while we still have wet nappies, it is very very rare to have a dirty one (in fact, they only occur when I am busy with something else, and ignore the signs - naughty mummy).<br /><br />I bought him his first pair of shoes this month. He absolutely screamed when I tried to try them on in the shop, so I measured the soles against his feet and brought home the pair that seemed closest in size - a whopping size 4! I couldn't believe needed shoes THAT big! I got sneaky, and when he was in a sleepy, cooperative mood, I tried them on him with a pair of socks - they only just fitted! But he soon decided he loved them, and when I took him back to get the next size up (since his toes were pushing out the top of his first pair before the week was out) he was very interested in trying them on and choosing the ones he wanted.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O3FXhyphenhyphenXVKwNP0G3k3CJv3hIXeHOuSwTa9E1o44SPx8l7PlhEJBPc9nMzzdrAuqlXD993pbuJ2fzPXWqWkAfm1vy0gOYtCpjHff66KFABVluLyOZRsWcGbYlCgMVs1ayV60JCgLIrdZ0/s1600-h/DSCN6624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408721746578114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7O3FXhyphenhyphenXVKwNP0G3k3CJv3hIXeHOuSwTa9E1o44SPx8l7PlhEJBPc9nMzzdrAuqlXD993pbuJ2fzPXWqWkAfm1vy0gOYtCpjHff66KFABVluLyOZRsWcGbYlCgMVs1ayV60JCgLIrdZ0/s400/DSCN6624.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The thing that amazes me is the huge difference between size 4 (the middle pair) and size 5 (the two outside pairs)! He has no room to move in the 4s, but the 5s are so much longer it took him a while to work out how to walk in them without tripping over the toes! (He is doing a lot of walking around holding onto my - or Yeti's - fingers. He loves it so much he never wants to stop, even when he's so tired he can't stay upright!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWkW-4zBSVV39M-amAdQ5ABU4nFqQ-I2zMT7dhUx9A_1nA_iq6A3YudfjZ-H6_hV6D41gP5ISHK-RxdyOc-GbwsK41MZKgboUndyctrO__AcT7MaT97iAQkOXHcxXBW7GCGIW8GSTV4g/s1600-h/DSCN6706.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408726041545426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWkW-4zBSVV39M-amAdQ5ABU4nFqQ-I2zMT7dhUx9A_1nA_iq6A3YudfjZ-H6_hV6D41gP5ISHK-RxdyOc-GbwsK41MZKgboUndyctrO__AcT7MaT97iAQkOXHcxXBW7GCGIW8GSTV4g/s400/DSCN6706.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />I think it was the socks that made all the difference to his attitude!<br /><br />In addition to socks, Wombat is also developing a fascination with rocks :) I took him walking into the bush on his own (not-so-little) feet and when we got to a rocky part of the path, we had to stop every few steps while he chose a nice stone... and then swapped it for a nicer one... tasted it to see if it lived up to expectations... and so on.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UeQbRMwIM93U3zVfEZ6bGQpzBhN-LXWRJbg5qarpbgp6zAIiqg0dHt-0EUxLBQiBNaGg9VLI-fR4Nzm_VRUMS1zZfo5B1_qLGHiCldZPE8J06puO_c7cXT7GuGIxJBmeaB9n5zlwUuA/s1600-h/DSCN6563.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408730336512738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UeQbRMwIM93U3zVfEZ6bGQpzBhN-LXWRJbg5qarpbgp6zAIiqg0dHt-0EUxLBQiBNaGg9VLI-fR4Nzm_VRUMS1zZfo5B1_qLGHiCldZPE8J06puO_c7cXT7GuGIxJBmeaB9n5zlwUuA/s400/DSCN6563.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />He is quite the budding mechanic, and seeks out wheels wherever he can find them, studying them closely to see how they work. (oops... sorry don't have time to fix that photo at the moment... you'll just have to turn your head instead!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjTpzMW5quObgONdjjkgxxYAiBPKKNhfck6s3P7Z_f6c6UmB4QKOEQ52O7FDXR1Ev-Hcjgn9imgZTzvMS4IdiLQTLw3e2GW1Xi1yZWuUoM648clSL7mHBTx37Jjb8_AuIN-aMUkn6AZQ/s1600-h/DSCN6615.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408734631480050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjTpzMW5quObgONdjjkgxxYAiBPKKNhfck6s3P7Z_f6c6UmB4QKOEQ52O7FDXR1Ev-Hcjgn9imgZTzvMS4IdiLQTLw3e2GW1Xi1yZWuUoM648clSL7mHBTx37Jjb8_AuIN-aMUkn6AZQ/s400/DSCN6615.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Walking around the house, he loves to stop and play with the sprinkler. I have to be quite vigilant to stop him either poking his eye out with it, or sucking all the dirt off the pointy end<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNMYBV1h4FBPv5HZ_X1bSclm4FT56kXKGuU0H5A2MlqOO06NRQTp5gwVKnPpgy8rEo9F0swM_Ra_65UPBfHocMNanbposOMMe5B4EiLdTkSAU9pfAXUsHiZbvo9ms7kF284p8k5m6Du4/s1600-h/DSCN6645.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408738926447362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNMYBV1h4FBPv5HZ_X1bSclm4FT56kXKGuU0H5A2MlqOO06NRQTp5gwVKnPpgy8rEo9F0swM_Ra_65UPBfHocMNanbposOMMe5B4EiLdTkSAU9pfAXUsHiZbvo9ms7kF284p8k5m6Du4/s400/DSCN6645.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Mitch, the long-billed corella, is spending more time wandering outside and climbing the trees these days, and I have hung some of his toys underneath one of the garden chairs. Wombat, of course, thinks this is wonderful. Mitch is not quite so sure about Wombat playing with HIS toys.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rdyVG5vhU1wGSskamUWwVXwwwMvvwPTquCcdU9PC3I-WEpgrXKx4x4ZraIPB1uaiw_prAdcjJXktyrYmFZvjBLcXaM2Ibh2ZiDSFlnOVaPqc3AHXWvNVVRKSCt8OFF_mZcnrvg5qebg/s1600-h/DSCN6718.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408219235404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rdyVG5vhU1wGSskamUWwVXwwwMvvwPTquCcdU9PC3I-WEpgrXKx4x4ZraIPB1uaiw_prAdcjJXktyrYmFZvjBLcXaM2Ibh2ZiDSFlnOVaPqc3AHXWvNVVRKSCt8OFF_mZcnrvg5qebg/s400/DSCN6718.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />However, Mitch has his revenge. I gave him one of Wombat's old rubber 'chompy-bear' teethers (when it was time for Wombat to have a new one). Mitch throws it across the ground, spinning it, chasing it and having a great time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2haNuOZQowq0lk5LCrbAlgKuIt1WyBgDzkvOuUUD7HHSm-CfMUyrcwpwUtf4Oy0F7ScF3oKIiPAzgQi6m1vIakbO1EBQg0wkWy6kzpwCA0FwRg5MFeRE-QXsNTgsly6w2v0DmPn_0yWs/s1600-h/DSCN6327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408219235404418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2haNuOZQowq0lk5LCrbAlgKuIt1WyBgDzkvOuUUD7HHSm-CfMUyrcwpwUtf4Oy0F7ScF3oKIiPAzgQi6m1vIakbO1EBQg0wkWy6kzpwCA0FwRg5MFeRE-QXsNTgsly6w2v0DmPn_0yWs/s400/DSCN6327.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />The action shot only just gives the idea, so here is something which is well worth entering in Australia's funniest home videos! (I just have to work out if I can save it in the format they require - I'm not sure my camera is good enough.)<br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/A1/JL/1174309265xncoHlvGy3zN7Ck7Q4uV_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="center" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />While Wombat is quite insistent that he would like to get to know Mitch better, fluffybutt parrot seems to think that a young human is even more dangerous than the cats. Everytime Wombat comes near him, Mitch runs as far away as he can get! It may have something to do with the way Wombat rattles the door of his cage and growls in an entirely friendly but easily misunderstood manner ;P<br /><br />Wombat has also been trying hard to make friends with the cats. They are slightly more tolerant of his advances than Mitch, though they still like to watch him from a safe distance.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YPI17qt7ydpk4QRnqkRlJ3vSVK7ptm5pv7vNI2Vwn4SUNXqBTcqna5snS9aVf7tcnvVvoXzQkod_2X3PzsecK5GEfcpAxkv-VHFpavqDE2l0C-3BeDfNd29TLWyO6E3hxzYeMKfDbrw/s1600-h/DSCN6347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408223530371730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YPI17qt7ydpk4QRnqkRlJ3vSVK7ptm5pv7vNI2Vwn4SUNXqBTcqna5snS9aVf7tcnvVvoXzQkod_2X3PzsecK5GEfcpAxkv-VHFpavqDE2l0C-3BeDfNd29TLWyO6E3hxzYeMKfDbrw/s400/DSCN6347.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />I keep telling him he would have more luck with his pussycat hunting if he didn't squeal with delight BEFORE making contact!<br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/DW/BJ/1174309675op2LyoLHT07tJhMNIeMe_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="center" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />Yeti is still doing well with his ebay business, buying balsa model aeroplanes from the US and selling them here. Every now and then, a little bit of the profit goes into something he and Wombat can enjoy together. This speedy Gonzales is nitro-methane powered and Wombat has a great time watching it buzz around the yard at top-speed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SO0vw1Rep0X2lbEfToIX3cWtVHp3b_fF38cbKF-aZC8EID4rgIwfjvHH3EK8XTE54Nzdqm-MXL2zsSM5CFf5xgIdH5gPzrGgpjCN-rllFcis8vAApvUHf-fk_h3wNTSWefHBvEOJ6bI/s1600-h/DSCN6736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408227825339042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SO0vw1Rep0X2lbEfToIX3cWtVHp3b_fF38cbKF-aZC8EID4rgIwfjvHH3EK8XTE54Nzdqm-MXL2zsSM5CFf5xgIdH5gPzrGgpjCN-rllFcis8vAApvUHf-fk_h3wNTSWefHBvEOJ6bI/s400/DSCN6736.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Here it is standing still, for a better view.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68yWr1_akamXyI3PEQ5DyxDG6JJGH8P_39Af4KiC33kTFj9ja9vYE1zNXC8COoDZBxNUENJVtDJYR5lrpTiohJ2ibU-kIOklyrkkr8XA6G-HReaId71hS9a7BzKKt_uvMJNUs-mY-UfU/s1600-h/DSCN6743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044408227825339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68yWr1_akamXyI3PEQ5DyxDG6JJGH8P_39Af4KiC33kTFj9ja9vYE1zNXC8COoDZBxNUENJVtDJYR5lrpTiohJ2ibU-kIOklyrkkr8XA6G-HReaId71hS9a7BzKKt_uvMJNUs-mY-UfU/s400/DSCN6743.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yeti and Wombat are getting on very well together. So much so that I have started teaching as a volunteer catechist again at a local school on Thursday mornings. I enjoy the interaction with the kids and my friend who co-ordinates the catechist classes in this parish had several classes for which she could not get a teacher. At first I was worried about leaving Wombat for two hours, since he is going through a real Mummy-separation-anxiety stage, but he really enjoys his Daddy mornings, and the two of them wander all around the property together.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsUUCob1wlg1bJHolt9SKNZhPYttGNqF8zsl9h3EWWeLu4z-vA_neSG0l1vrP3GH3gWDjg3yd3xpuiGEZSnMOsjBgJRHGAgMXexJq9sqYHIVwl-Mtm3_EKYEGaSClESRa3Zbz0GGZXdw/s1600-h/DSCN6745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407583580244514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsUUCob1wlg1bJHolt9SKNZhPYttGNqF8zsl9h3EWWeLu4z-vA_neSG0l1vrP3GH3gWDjg3yd3xpuiGEZSnMOsjBgJRHGAgMXexJq9sqYHIVwl-Mtm3_EKYEGaSClESRa3Zbz0GGZXdw/s400/DSCN6745.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They are both very happy to see me when I get home, though, which I must admit is reassuring ;D <br /><br />Remember a little while ago the community nurse asked if Wombat was talking? This month, after seeing Kaelyn and enjoying the family interaction at Christmas, he has suddenly started saying MumMumMum almost non-stop. He also says BubBubBub. <br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/UF/H3/1174309819FiMkIZJpwZb8l7R0MOb9_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="center" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />I do admit that since the nurse put the idea in my head, I have been encouraging him. I have also been teaching him to brrrmmmmmm after I heard another little boy doing it. He caught on very quickly!<br /><br />This next video of Wombat playing Peekaboo really should come with a cuteness-overload warning... but then maybe I'm just biased (the poor quality of the video detracts from it a bit, I'm afraid)! I have had requests for more videos, so here you go..<br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/ZA/YE/11743101078CHkFguMVrsAa5rwVmCb_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="center" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />Another new development this month is Wombat's habit of giving me big sloppy open-mouthed kisses - with teeth - the kind that only a mummy can really appreciate - and I love them! <br /><br />Wombat's favourite food at the moment is peaches :) He has one every day after lunch. Sometimes, at morning tea time, he will pick one up from the fruit bowl and sink his little teeth into it, if I am not quick enough to give him his milk and biscuit or other fruit.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPmidiO-7AUex8gmxzRBcNIobxrmhQh-kLzoVs57_fD2sANHK0ft0vrDj7_D3gcgF0NaUnv1P7zJaY1qFio2YwW8QEWJeyyhWyq0YvSZY1fVv5HvxAms6acB0J4v7qw9VI2OmEUJcDEg/s1600-h/DSCN6243.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407583580244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPmidiO-7AUex8gmxzRBcNIobxrmhQh-kLzoVs57_fD2sANHK0ft0vrDj7_D3gcgF0NaUnv1P7zJaY1qFio2YwW8QEWJeyyhWyq0YvSZY1fVv5HvxAms6acB0J4v7qw9VI2OmEUJcDEg/s400/DSCN6243.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />He has started eating chunks of food this month (rather than mash). I started him on white bread, but he didn't like it very much. What he really likes is Rye bread! He also likes porridge for breakfast most days.<br /><br />I think this photo of Wombat and I together is really interesting, as it shows something I had read about, but not really believed - a baby's face is the same size and proportion as an adults, even though the head still has a lot of growing to do! Did you know that a baby's eyes are already full size? No wonder babies seem to have such gorgeous big eyes!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxrSHsFCUeYPs2Qd5o4rQDbzRM6DO5jbrSG6QO77bCcJ6yVdbmrj7mD-59yQKIZ0Pi_Xz13KhJ7xmCD1i-hF8YQbdPVQ7JWthVpSvhS93mDvB4uh9uBAeWk4U5QjhqA7klxxY0rJ2D8I/s1600-h/DSCN6671.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407587875211842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxrSHsFCUeYPs2Qd5o4rQDbzRM6DO5jbrSG6QO77bCcJ6yVdbmrj7mD-59yQKIZ0Pi_Xz13KhJ7xmCD1i-hF8YQbdPVQ7JWthVpSvhS93mDvB4uh9uBAeWk4U5QjhqA7klxxY0rJ2D8I/s400/DSCN6671.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />I have been experimenting with different ways of carrying Wombat, in addition to our Chinese carrier. This is called a wrap-style of carry and versions of it are used by women everywhere from Mexico to Tibet. I tried it using an old silk sari that I had stored, as it was the only length of fabric I had that was long enough. It worked very well and Wombat was comfortable, but the silk was just a little too slippery for my liking. I need to get some light cotton, but I will definitely be trying again, as this is such a versatile way to carry a larger, heavier baby.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPfZa5CiyhvDuna0p0JnWSMDjVfOTm2Rd1Ejy6oX9NCeP2H5tlf4OWoNQaNFR0h3ooReSO0Ey3aabCHPdlKW2veiHWSaxzxfvBHopATplcb-eXYKkBbvU01FLdF5UHc_dDXXZYjVimps/s1600-h/DSCN6383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407587875211858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPfZa5CiyhvDuna0p0JnWSMDjVfOTm2Rd1Ejy6oX9NCeP2H5tlf4OWoNQaNFR0h3ooReSO0Ey3aabCHPdlKW2veiHWSaxzxfvBHopATplcb-eXYKkBbvU01FLdF5UHc_dDXXZYjVimps/s400/DSCN6383.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Since he is now getting a bit too heavy & wriggly for me to carry him easily through the bush, we have started using the pram more for our walks. The fantastic suspension on the Emmaljunga pram we bought via ebay will manage the bush track, but it is asking a bit much of it, so Wombat and I have started taking our walks along the road. You would not believe how changeable the weather has been this year - one moment it is freezing cold and raining (despite being summer, Wombat's llama jacket is still getting a LOT of use)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yaBkbrEG8ZPdh3Qf-iw4MfGr8ZqopXW6SSI5OjuDg5dCTA5b8z_f4XOi-7pQ1c14l7yKZe89zkTC1itmf6Ck336mXSfQegFXcHfkgDKx1MxA0yHRsj0KbbjrOV7YIMQ78Jv_YhOHkMY/s1600-h/Dscn6257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407592170179170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8yaBkbrEG8ZPdh3Qf-iw4MfGr8ZqopXW6SSI5OjuDg5dCTA5b8z_f4XOi-7pQ1c14l7yKZe89zkTC1itmf6Ck336mXSfQegFXcHfkgDKx1MxA0yHRsj0KbbjrOV7YIMQ78Jv_YhOHkMY/s400/Dscn6257.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />and the next it will be boiling hot again! The scowl in this photo is for the next lot of teeth which are giving him trouble - little turtle nearly had his head chewed off on our walk!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrCwEFQIMrEhTamTKq7ldL6yaHR-5TV12SayELL07PPai7aiQsszi_MgIiUMw2wXkHxr3n1y2gc4k68ZEasMB6BNViYxyWGDptSFtgt-Ie4PHpOrrZUbNi8A9BFj0CHI5jNiDt7PuX2k/s1600-h/DSCN6280.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407033824430546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrCwEFQIMrEhTamTKq7ldL6yaHR-5TV12SayELL07PPai7aiQsszi_MgIiUMw2wXkHxr3n1y2gc4k68ZEasMB6BNViYxyWGDptSFtgt-Ie4PHpOrrZUbNi8A9BFj0CHI5jNiDt7PuX2k/s400/DSCN6280.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For those who haven't seen where I live, this is the road we walk along. I managed to get some great pictures of it all wet and shiny after a rain storm. This is near the causeway at the turn-around point on our walk...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9_ih5KAtHKSejyEJlbqQOK3raM0AfEFpauvsnb5Dv1HSjO-6lTbLifXcPa3dYH1nkSJK03zbKJL6OfTtyqG_JvBooe8BWqUwawBMxsfKe4Mzti-cTuk5AAwlHLjEI6h15xIS9vl3LuM/s1600-h/DSCN6456.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407042414365154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9_ih5KAtHKSejyEJlbqQOK3raM0AfEFpauvsnb5Dv1HSjO-6lTbLifXcPa3dYH1nkSJK03zbKJL6OfTtyqG_JvBooe8BWqUwawBMxsfKe4Mzti-cTuk5AAwlHLjEI6h15xIS9vl3LuM/s400/DSCN6456.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />and this is outside our property - we are on the right. There are some good hills in the street, so I am getting quite a bit of exercise pushing Wombat around! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3eJQWecOkH-11u5iRIauAqYUqWZrZggHhDnjyEI70-T6UQD0cdyIIYkwvXGEFyyLVzki-FqfJndectE_0t1atVuwuwM-b2CkD5uOP6NVCAVzFaKyFubSrKLTaw5udbClbZrIV1voUho/s1600-h/DSCN6458.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407042414365170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3eJQWecOkH-11u5iRIauAqYUqWZrZggHhDnjyEI70-T6UQD0cdyIIYkwvXGEFyyLVzki-FqfJndectE_0t1atVuwuwM-b2CkD5uOP6NVCAVzFaKyFubSrKLTaw5udbClbZrIV1voUho/s400/DSCN6458.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />It is generally a very quiet street, and most of the neighbours are pretty good about slowing down and waving as they drive past. I always pull the pram off the road when I hear a car though, as visitors tend to be a lot less considerate. I was amused that after seeing Wombat and I out and about, a number of other reclusive neighbours started coming out to walk the street as well... In addition to the cars, I also have to watch out for dangers like this fellow - a young red-belly black snake. There are a LOT of them about this year - I have seen four around the house at various times. I am not complaining though as they are not territorial and generally are more interested in running away from you - this little guy couldn't get off the road fast enough! They are still deadly and deserving of respect, but I am glad we have them and haven't seen any Brown snakes or Copperheads so far.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtqzOhA_NgWsI0JDpRNMEBIlaXM-YiUd1tCk7Un3PNg522AkwPZ4k6kdGd59xwINeLuMBB3D0-O9IbFSoE9JYEZ_KiLkUPWDz196bNJ0U52n4TgBo_mlNbkwPsslTyaPQHJ-zHYPHRrs/s1600-h/Dscn6728.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407046709332482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtqzOhA_NgWsI0JDpRNMEBIlaXM-YiUd1tCk7Un3PNg522AkwPZ4k6kdGd59xwINeLuMBB3D0-O9IbFSoE9JYEZ_KiLkUPWDz196bNJ0U52n4TgBo_mlNbkwPsslTyaPQHJ-zHYPHRrs/s400/Dscn6728.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Ok... I am coming to the end of this very long-winded update now... but before I go, here is a photo of our little pot-of-gold at the end of the rainbow... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVcWV_p1-VX-9o2pUt8Z6wO-tJ9spz2jXNEYOjXVHDN5tjIL6VWDcUYNwXhY_N2kFi6qkSXytYvtK9c8biaxwtxKetCJsF0NHfdtfnEPikoDhmRPEe8xIi5wocgx8FZXisQUioWaEMm4/s1600-h/DSCN6513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044407051004299794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVcWV_p1-VX-9o2pUt8Z6wO-tJ9spz2jXNEYOjXVHDN5tjIL6VWDcUYNwXhY_N2kFi6qkSXytYvtK9c8biaxwtxKetCJsF0NHfdtfnEPikoDhmRPEe8xIi5wocgx8FZXisQUioWaEMm4/s400/DSCN6513.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />and here is his cute little dance of happy babyness ;D<br /><br /><embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" FlashVars="bgColor=FFFFFF&file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/Z2/N9/1174309580a0WQ5HUU9uMuVDbbUqLf_high.flv&autoPlay=false&forcePlay=false&logo=&allowFullscreen=true&allowFlash9Fullscreen=true" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="320" height="260" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />I promise the next update will be shorter, if for no other reason than I have been so busy holding his hands as he learns to walk that I haven't had a free hand for photographing him! I will try very hard to get that next update out this week, and I am hoping our shonky internet connection will hold long enough for me to get the videos uploaded.<br /><br />Until then, my love to all,<br /><br />SchelleUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-46307520181065832842007-03-06T12:24:00.000+11:002007-04-14T05:36:04.440+10:00Ten weeks<p>4 June 2006</p><br /><p>Hi all,<br /></p><br /><p>you will have to forgive me this week. The christening went REALLY well, but between the disruption it caused to Wombat's routine, and arguing with Centrelink over parenting payments and Family Tax Benefits (which are supposed to make my life easier!!!) I have only been able to get about two hours study done all week - and considering I was hoping to read 111 articles in that time, well, I'm sure you can imagine the effect on my nerves :P<br /></p><br /><p>This week coming I have to write my literature review (despite not having finished reading the literature!) and we also have three appointments which we must attend, so my chances of catching up to my satisfaction are minimal. Wombat has been awake most evenings, finally going to sleep about 11:00pm so I have been working every night until after 1:00, feeding Wombat, who will have woken up by then, and collapsing into bed. He has been waking again around 4:00, 6:00 and 8:00... but at least he has a nap or two during the day... </p><p>Last night was funny (a joke only the mummy is likely to see the humour in) - he was screaming that he was hungry, even though he'd been fed not that long ago... but he was doing everything to convince me - crying, desperately sucking on his fists, my shoulder, the pillow... so I fed him... and he fed and fed and fed until he had gutsed so much he threw it all back up again - over me, himself, the bed... he hasn't done that in weeks, but his tummy has been a little upset since going into town - I guess 4 hours strapped into a car seat aren't the best way to spend a day, even if you do get lots of cuddles in between :) After all that, he still couldn't fall asleep without a little feed, because now his tummy really was empty! </p><p>I have fixed up his spare pram in the loungeroom with Papa's sheepskin in it, so it is all comfy and cosy, and he sits out here with me now batting at a rattle pinned to the hood, and 'talking' to Eeyore and Mitch. It allows me to get a tiny bit more time on the computer, and means he isn't stuck in the bedroom all day - but the electricity bill is likely to be enormous from the heating required. (One of the reasons I am arguing with Centrefink - who would believe that they would pay me to stay home and play with baby after they cut off my study payments??? but we're really going to need that money, even if they do make us pay for it with stress while trying to apply!) </p><p>Anyway, that's all I have time for today - disappointing, I know! I will leave you with a few photos of the christening - I don't have many yet as I only took 3 myself! Steff and Saira sent me a few, but the ones Steff and her in-laws took in the church came out very dark (understandably - we didn't choose the church for its photographic lighting, but for its beauty and friendliness!) so I am hoping she can send me the originals sometime, and I can play with them to get the best effect. Papa will also have some more for us - and a video of the occasion :)<br /><br />I am planning to take pics of Wombat playing with his presents, like Steff did with Kaelyn - but that will have to wait - thank you so much, everyone - he has read all his new books, and tried on most of his new clothes, played with his new rubber ducky and his new activity gym, admired his silver moneybox and photo frame... but his favourite present so far???<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbSpogt9FR6aURUD02cIpWXk4Y7LpScue5wcxVYArpTNHiwgFJ63d50UZeGE18q1Xs10-t9nzPW7q7HcXeNSDws5a_Ci2jEfYwYprlfHGy_WIqlgJQWbnUIW31nc_4fmF22Ao5yyoD8I/s1600-h/000_1468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997948183500658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbSpogt9FR6aURUD02cIpWXk4Y7LpScue5wcxVYArpTNHiwgFJ63d50UZeGE18q1Xs10-t9nzPW7q7HcXeNSDws5a_Ci2jEfYwYprlfHGy_WIqlgJQWbnUIW31nc_4fmF22Ao5yyoD8I/s400/000_1468.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This blue butterfly bag which Sue & JJ chose as wrapping. Well done, guys - he loves it!!!<br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoMDyHHeWmT5Q0oPcxBqyP0i_u60t7C9k2aybguu1qLA40ugibfGYfER4z4QpvSfy8SizwDzSc1iNZukGqEf_wiwcfgZMkTgRL_IyN6-UcQu7GeMfFRRjq62BzkTdPbypri2q1jAiKUU/s1600-h/schell+and+david.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997948183500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDoMDyHHeWmT5Q0oPcxBqyP0i_u60t7C9k2aybguu1qLA40ugibfGYfER4z4QpvSfy8SizwDzSc1iNZukGqEf_wiwcfgZMkTgRL_IyN6-UcQu7GeMfFRRjq62BzkTdPbypri2q1jAiKUU/s400/schell+and+david.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Steff did well, too... she took this wonderful photo of me and Wombat - I have never liked a photograph more!!! Even Yeti says "full marks" and he is picky about photography :D </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdd6hLJB1C0OgZnQKvKb-DIshVnnZXM5Kny87Ma-EbPZ9khBe1Zux5XFITvo1AkcpdBJSdIVWzu3dWFva9E8FBM0h13CePRKnP553cI1irWsbe3DU4XPM8p0JSTW2CXk_6UXM4xDCfakE/s1600-h/000_1450.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997948183500690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdd6hLJB1C0OgZnQKvKb-DIshVnnZXM5Kny87Ma-EbPZ9khBe1Zux5XFITvo1AkcpdBJSdIVWzu3dWFva9E8FBM0h13CePRKnP553cI1irWsbe3DU4XPM8p0JSTW2CXk_6UXM4xDCfakE/s400/000_1450.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is inside the cafe before the ceremony - Steff holding Wombat, and Papa attempting to hold Kae, who was having a lovely active wriggle-puss kind of day :) </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrnrwCahc9PXfBoBLZe-V3goiTRjwYtyorJHHRlNp7dN5L9Ka2h7zaFHzlXewqZGgM4H5_juZkZk65QOylW-ufQZCYE6qncEDUpBlWn1FEmGxeeLVfepbLOCYBCS-yW2GiF6FEuqEDWE/s1600-h/130_3020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997157909518114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPrnrwCahc9PXfBoBLZe-V3goiTRjwYtyorJHHRlNp7dN5L9Ka2h7zaFHzlXewqZGgM4H5_juZkZk65QOylW-ufQZCYE6qncEDUpBlWn1FEmGxeeLVfepbLOCYBCS-yW2GiF6FEuqEDWE/s400/130_3020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It was wonderful to see Kae again - she is growing into a lovely little girl... though when you see the cousins together you realise just how tall Wombat is going to be one day :) His hands are already the same size as hers, and you know what they say about a puppy with big paws! He is going to be a tall man!!! </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWobDQk4TmKM6BWPEs8dfhoN68cOQ3sCCfDE9JjbN2hGBA3uSXr001S-wUuh1wUgKxOOcjX_WyzqMUVh-xEnRFCODXf0TD7-D1v_asEOhRKVaIJv_IPc1oNUoiFN0R31Qo60wiV-_vf0o/s1600-h/P1060008a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997162204485426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWobDQk4TmKM6BWPEs8dfhoN68cOQ3sCCfDE9JjbN2hGBA3uSXr001S-wUuh1wUgKxOOcjX_WyzqMUVh-xEnRFCODXf0TD7-D1v_asEOhRKVaIJv_IPc1oNUoiFN0R31Qo60wiV-_vf0o/s400/P1060008a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That's Grandma in the background looking terribly tired. She and my stepfather, Jouko, had a harrowing four hour drive through torrential rain and only just arrived in time for the ceremony. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJH84Z3oyH4aQZJWUf4snGu_kTxhysphr6J1tbhBLPKDbOcQx2AN-QMauNFxbx0ewYweOp5kuJUS6y9oMHhil3o49c35MrIveMjqKoLo_S7f1dj7kG21ugRB7vVEWO1g1-j0ifAF7z8c/s1600-h/DSCN1478a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997162204485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJH84Z3oyH4aQZJWUf4snGu_kTxhysphr6J1tbhBLPKDbOcQx2AN-QMauNFxbx0ewYweOp5kuJUS6y9oMHhil3o49c35MrIveMjqKoLo_S7f1dj7kG21ugRB7vVEWO1g1-j0ifAF7z8c/s400/DSCN1478a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Grandma had made a lovely christening cake for Wombat, but unfortunately we didn't get time to share it with everyone - it was REALLY yummy though :) There's still a few slices left... but there won't be for long!<br /><br />Here are a few photos from inside the church - it is such a special place - I was so happy that Wombat could be baptised there... </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkpUgSQ0_uPk_BGhrJjHR0_gR_hr9xmmej5O5rX_1-VQu66T8iYhONwH4qT6insfhtIr502DcDY_WXALdemljkUCAEPjqGkIdAMrs6T1metfR1KYWECwesachWR8Uuktw8MI8g4wBy6I/s1600-h/DSCN1487a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997166499452754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkpUgSQ0_uPk_BGhrJjHR0_gR_hr9xmmej5O5rX_1-VQu66T8iYhONwH4qT6insfhtIr502DcDY_WXALdemljkUCAEPjqGkIdAMrs6T1metfR1KYWECwesachWR8Uuktw8MI8g4wBy6I/s400/DSCN1487a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSh_y4ZwkEhPfSaHQHWtA05H5_O7hFahy3lrqS1onAKOvuIXR-b3c1QE-pMAqxxydE5n8wSJE4mJB1iVADFicIgxvAM-HxrICWIzBAx9gJSsVxsLCGu1kjfKyOZDLXZFokrsJMM0wZDo/s1600-h/DSCN1480a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997166499452770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggSh_y4ZwkEhPfSaHQHWtA05H5_O7hFahy3lrqS1onAKOvuIXR-b3c1QE-pMAqxxydE5n8wSJE4mJB1iVADFicIgxvAM-HxrICWIzBAx9gJSsVxsLCGu1kjfKyOZDLXZFokrsJMM0wZDo/s400/DSCN1480a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt-gvaDcmLQV1Gsga9d_6R6DOb9rNnYrPT0IAMzwc77q9Om0GlxnzURf3et_jH3K5fkz5PULeZMfkLLYEXZzBliTlVFPo5vvj32AnuTIhCxYe8mEguH5X3PIXv9VZN93f78Lx3ozsRPo/s1600-h/P1060004a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052996127117366994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSt-gvaDcmLQV1Gsga9d_6R6DOb9rNnYrPT0IAMzwc77q9Om0GlxnzURf3et_jH3K5fkz5PULeZMfkLLYEXZzBliTlVFPo5vvj32AnuTIhCxYe8mEguH5X3PIXv9VZN93f78Lx3ozsRPo/s400/P1060004a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Saira took some nice family shots of Yeti and I with Wombat... </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7dGle4fZ-tiyvBTl__cRd35AauKdi_g5Ks3gICc4-cOZZuTHLC_ssiGdSxStuoWdaaD21crXfrRKD4y39ZWtk-yJKKAPZ70-ctEbZTmcR9SAovgeieMH5uv4rUsJt3fNq2lPJt8kp4Y/s1600-h/130_3017_r1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052996131412334306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT7dGle4fZ-tiyvBTl__cRd35AauKdi_g5Ks3gICc4-cOZZuTHLC_ssiGdSxStuoWdaaD21crXfrRKD4y39ZWtk-yJKKAPZ70-ctEbZTmcR9SAovgeieMH5uv4rUsJt3fNq2lPJt8kp4Y/s400/130_3017_r1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy19lWt94_KIYvZwjHJ7U6rRRlbArKfGnfwa5xzsY0K5jC2GEkAmJYnRWQvODnP9FzQUUsMLzr_VxmGuPp8r88Jps06jW5ngeMOXh2dpNDid26uJv5PmJqjFC9xwMNikR8COq8Ilnm9DQ/s1600-h/130_3019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052996131412334322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy19lWt94_KIYvZwjHJ7U6rRRlbArKfGnfwa5xzsY0K5jC2GEkAmJYnRWQvODnP9FzQUUsMLzr_VxmGuPp8r88Jps06jW5ngeMOXh2dpNDid26uJv5PmJqjFC9xwMNikR8COq8Ilnm9DQ/s400/130_3019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and although Wombat was sound asleep after the ceremony, we got some lovely photos of him with Saira, his godmother. </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviwOvPo27VTchVM3noonUXZ-aCk6nmVWYVy4EwqDrkUWVTVRiFZIxY4vXgtzCqlMitj9nlJO8BqEYRtFOaO7UNs6vgbhhI-aPbgqJqmS-9_Pzy5wIX7ezlBlcJ1SP5cxzYcSh4ew6OTw/s1600-h/000_1451.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052996135707301634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviwOvPo27VTchVM3noonUXZ-aCk6nmVWYVy4EwqDrkUWVTVRiFZIxY4vXgtzCqlMitj9nlJO8BqEYRtFOaO7UNs6vgbhhI-aPbgqJqmS-9_Pzy5wIX7ezlBlcJ1SP5cxzYcSh4ew6OTw/s400/000_1451.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKW-nlnI-wQOJaSgY0nknEWw0TyPYZy6Iq696rUHVJZQ8Jlesus_gcTLVS7ZDbFiKkxn1RgH6AzmsJKAAJi2y3YhjfGyBFllxrSG7JM7pE-6gB6_H5NsEimyg9NcJ8qCdP83SokLyOIYg/s1600-h/130_3021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052996135707301650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKW-nlnI-wQOJaSgY0nknEWw0TyPYZy6Iq696rUHVJZQ8Jlesus_gcTLVS7ZDbFiKkxn1RgH6AzmsJKAAJi2y3YhjfGyBFllxrSG7JM7pE-6gB6_H5NsEimyg9NcJ8qCdP83SokLyOIYg/s400/130_3021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry folks, that's all I have time for... until next week :) </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-58701031444302881142007-03-06T12:05:00.000+11:002007-04-14T05:13:45.549+10:00Two months old (Nine weeks)28 May 2006<br /><br />Hi Everyone,<br /><br />it's taking too long to rewrite these as I transfer them, so I will just paste them over as written - as updates to family and friends, rather than as letters to Wombat...<br /><br />Saira and Steff have suggested I make contact with a mother's group in my area through the baby clinic. I kept this in mind on Wednesday when we took Wombat up to the baby clinic to get weighed. According to the leaflets on the walls, the nearest group meets at Tahmoor which is really too far away - one of the problems with being in a rural community. So I thought, why not strike up a conversation with one of the other mums who are waiting to see the nurse? ummm... yeah.<br /><br />It seems they all have little tiny underweight babies, take one look at Wombat and spend the rest of the time we are waiting staring out the window. It's very hard to approach someone who is pointedly ignoring you, so I chatted with Wombat instead. He was very well behaved as usual, though the nurse kept us waiting so long I had to change his nappy twice and feed him in the waiting room (luckily I was the only one there by that time, or I would really have been sent to Coventry). Then he got the hiccups while he was being weighed, so the scale kept jumping over 7 kgs :P He is actually 6.8 kgs, holding right on that top line of the graph. He has also grown 7 cms in height since he has been home (almost a centimeter a week!).<br /><br />The nurse was very pleased with how alert and smiley he was - especially after I had given him another little feed to get rid of the hiccups. (That is a trick the lactation consultant in the hospital taught me - he gets really violent hiccups, but they will disappear after a few minutes feeding at the breast - if I don't feed him, they may go on for more than an hour! Never hear that one mentioned as a cure for hiccups, do you???)<br /><br />Lol... he is not at all shy and will feed anywhere in front of anybody!!! It's a good thing I have our lovely embroidered carrier to preserve my modesty - not that I really care - other people find it more embarrassing than I do.<br /><br />On Thursday, Wombat had to go to the doctor's for his first vaccinations. He was very brave and didn't cry at all until the doctor was getting the second needle ready, then he did get quite upset and wanted lots of cuddles. Unfortunately, he did have a bad reaction to them later that night, with a fever and vomiting, but his temperature never got high enough to call the doctor (the book said to call if it went over 39 degrees) so we just made him as comfortable as we could and gave him lots of loving. His new favourite song is one I made up - to the tune of Frere Jacques...<br /><br /><br /><blockquote>"Hello Wombat, Hello Wombat,<br />How are you? How are you?<br />Mummy and Daddy love you, Mummy and Daddy love you,<br />Yes, we do! Yes, we do!"<br /></blockquote><br /><br />That makes him smile, no matter how bad he is feeling - when he's feeling well, he tries to sing along! He still had a little temperature on Friday morning, and was obviously very tired - he could hardly hold his head up, all his neck strength was gone - otherwise he was reasonably happy. He would 'talk' and gurgle to the gorgeous red dream catcher Daddy bought him, or to Christine's snowflake pictures (which are still very much amongst his favourite things to look at in the room), but every now and then he would feel sickly and cry for a while, poor little lad. Sleeping on Mummy's tummy and Mummy's cuddles seemed to help a little, and then he had a lovely long nap by himself in the afternoon following his bath, letting me get on with some research.<br /><br />I have been stressing about my literature review which is due on June 9th, but while feeding Wombat in the middle of the night I realised rather than being a scary 2000 words of undefined analysis, it could also be looked at as 500 words for introduction and conclusion, 500 words on American theorists, 500 words on Australian theorists and 500 words on the Australian judiciary. Looked at that way it is much more achievable, and gives me a much better 'sieve' for sorting through my resources - anything not directly related to this stage can now be saved for later reading - trying to get through summarizing all the articles and cases I had saved in advance was driving me crazy. Now the challenge will just be to keep each section under 500 words :P<br /><br />I was most disappointed to find that none of my good clothes fit me anymore - on Friday I was pulling out patterns and material ready to make a last minute marathon at the sewing machine, but Yeti came to my rescue with the offer of a new outfit for the baptism. We shall have to go out tomorrow and find me something to wear. Baptism invitations FINALLY got posted on Thursday - I'm very sorry for the late notice, but I'd told you all the details already - those in Sydney got theirs on Friday and I rang anyone else not on this list who was out of town who wouldn't receive them in time... (If you got the invitation too late to be useful, and I didn't ring you, please forgive me! Put it down to my embarrassment at being so disorganised, and my desire to still share Wombat with you through these updates... HUGS!)<br /><br />We shall probably get going home soon after the ceremony, as Nanna is coming with us, so there will be no-one at home, and it's not fair to leave the cats and bird outside once the sun starts to go down out here - it gets very cold very quickly! I am VERY much looking forward to seeing those of you who can make it, particularly Steff and Kae who have travelled up from Melbourne, and Wombat's godmother-to-be Saira and her daughter Saoirse (who I will be meeting for the first time!) I have been looking back at the photos from Kae's christening, and it seems strange to think that the little bump in my belly then is being christened himself in a few days time!<br /><br />Unfortunately it seems my brother will have an exam on the day and won't be able to make it, but it will be good to see Wombat's Grandma as well, as I haven't seen her except for a flying visit just after Wombat was born. Papa will be stopping enroute from America on his way back home to Brisbane - he has actually seen more of Wombat than anyone (except Yeti, Nanna and myself, of course) when he dropped by on his way home from the Commonwealth Games, just after Wombat and I got home from hospital. (Papa, as you will be flying in from foreign lands, I hope you won't mind us being paranoid and asking you not to kiss the baby - just this once - you can make up for it next time you see him :D We do really appreciate you making the effort to be there, though.)<br /><br />Sunday - it is such a relief to have my laughing smiling little boy back to his normal self, even if it does mean reciting 'The Jumblies who went to Sea in a Sieve' and 'Custard the Cowardly Dragon' over and over again to entertain him :D<br /><br />That's really all the news... so onto the photos:<br /><br />First, here is Wombat on Friday night... "I love you Mummy, but I don't feel too good".. (I wasn't going to use the flash on him, and I forgot to use the night-time setting on my camera, so apologies for the poor picture quality).<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDf_e-PkDr66t2n1pfNdLV85UeynxUq4owOQBXh4Fs3t37VcRw4ifGjvIxSnIC4vjemfvdt-K2Lp0k45K0M2fCZehRy0MZ7zYhm7uppJqcoL8Q-fdeN_q8OakgjZ3e2oGp97YBQJ4xOg/s1600-h/000_1422.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052981386789607026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDf_e-PkDr66t2n1pfNdLV85UeynxUq4owOQBXh4Fs3t37VcRw4ifGjvIxSnIC4vjemfvdt-K2Lp0k45K0M2fCZehRy0MZ7zYhm7uppJqcoL8Q-fdeN_q8OakgjZ3e2oGp97YBQJ4xOg/s400/000_1422.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTBfTqXI6AP_BAvWvusAApDgMdzJP-YX5wLDfo8NF4GnhKkgGRbNembwW7-K2pr9FCdb1rQQYnyLFXP0RRojxgYsWu2IV0vpcqQXzdP8NoWsQXPX3lJoTEA__P9imYDATJD-Ukm7Hnog/s1600-h/000_1425.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052981386789607042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTBfTqXI6AP_BAvWvusAApDgMdzJP-YX5wLDfo8NF4GnhKkgGRbNembwW7-K2pr9FCdb1rQQYnyLFXP0RRojxgYsWu2IV0vpcqQXzdP8NoWsQXPX3lJoTEA__P9imYDATJD-Ukm7Hnog/s400/000_1425.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is his new dream catcher - it has little mirrors and glitters beautifully when you set it spinning.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4Z7_F9N4IZTcGYNEFrC1-RgT6AzpBaVaSfdnRMxXCKCLATH5v9PXARgR_-p8fSz1GukuMWnh8yDw22DPsHDpcwRMMLFMid5EWpfEdWd6GnudHiTtmYTcI3Q2qQ19oel_UM9bv_nn6R8/s1600-h/000_1423.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052992055488370370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4Z7_F9N4IZTcGYNEFrC1-RgT6AzpBaVaSfdnRMxXCKCLATH5v9PXARgR_-p8fSz1GukuMWnh8yDw22DPsHDpcwRMMLFMid5EWpfEdWd6GnudHiTtmYTcI3Q2qQ19oel_UM9bv_nn6R8/s400/000_1423.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For Christmas, Nanna gave us an angel windchime which has been hanging on the curtain rail for Wombat to look at. Since we didn't have anywhere obvious to hang the dream catcher, Yeti took down the mosquito net (which we won't need for a few months now winter is here), put the windchime in its place, and attached the dream catcher underneath the windchime. It's hard to get a photo of it, but it does look great - especially from Wombat's point of view. (The windchime is particularly cute as the angel's wings are luminescent and glow in the dark.) </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0w-1312k61Q9BsvEd6vq-9P2oGCfg2pbBhxaVG4BaSXR9gW3sP80OU1MgTBRCMsU9-n7sR9GwCE6OTXtkktcBTsykZBhNS9M09KqgJZEVDzM5Ktm5qIFDramyTjvk85AKxnXZcdKUNk/s1600-h/000_1431.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052980845623727650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS0w-1312k61Q9BsvEd6vq-9P2oGCfg2pbBhxaVG4BaSXR9gW3sP80OU1MgTBRCMsU9-n7sR9GwCE6OTXtkktcBTsykZBhNS9M09KqgJZEVDzM5Ktm5qIFDramyTjvk85AKxnXZcdKUNk/s400/000_1431.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wombat lays underneath it and waves his arm to tell me to set it spinning, then he giggles until it stops! On Saturday Wombat was almost back to his old self - but very very sleepy. I was going to clean and air the room, so put his warm bonnet on to keep him cosy when I opened the doors. Five minutes later he was sound asleep and whinging a little every time I moved - "Go and study, Mum... I'm really tired and you're keeping me awake." Emptying his bathtub and washing the floors will just have to wait! </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXiCc83rCAzhNXaaiCkFfAO2TNVVnCUGC1nZS750igPxZiQoT6bM_R29TdQc-grN1p91CsEKysmGPOxiJxqRt4kNEpRM0V5l0eLKCRRsLF1smrIqbQ8qnqCMi-bcGFqQH2gN31z2zBZo/s1600-h/000_1432.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052980845623727666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXiCc83rCAzhNXaaiCkFfAO2TNVVnCUGC1nZS750igPxZiQoT6bM_R29TdQc-grN1p91CsEKysmGPOxiJxqRt4kNEpRM0V5l0eLKCRRsLF1smrIqbQ8qnqCMi-bcGFqQH2gN31z2zBZo/s400/000_1432.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, last week, I said I would try and get some pics of Mitch playing on top of his cage. Here they are...(imagine the theme music to Jaws)<br /><br />First, the sheet on top of his cage starts moving strangely... </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcSj08gPsg8SdFaV6bqvzOvYKCAHnC3j_ITsw7dd3IuGH56XmywlrzQWV2oCiCX_sxVAx3OG6I_gCjMEdCsh6OayQXl03Up0TRHJ9TFg80r8qIe6dIYRtm3mLoWSb8QDkF09_k0A9cOA/s1600-h/000_1416.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052980849918694978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcSj08gPsg8SdFaV6bqvzOvYKCAHnC3j_ITsw7dd3IuGH56XmywlrzQWV2oCiCX_sxVAx3OG6I_gCjMEdCsh6OayQXl03Up0TRHJ9TFg80r8qIe6dIYRtm3mLoWSb8QDkF09_k0A9cOA/s400/000_1416.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and then...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWeNMjlMuE5NEhHq_hDrxR0uL1BK1Q3WzIXBrANd7pLd8XtAabBzxxY8L3X42P1eGa2OOfwd8EdLYmfanfy-H6QlL9bw7myDqgNXc0W_sltfrF9t1J0eVUUwWzfCS6k5kNytn9RXmx6Q/s1600-h/000_1417.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052980849918694994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWeNMjlMuE5NEhHq_hDrxR0uL1BK1Q3WzIXBrANd7pLd8XtAabBzxxY8L3X42P1eGa2OOfwd8EdLYmfanfy-H6QlL9bw7myDqgNXc0W_sltfrF9t1J0eVUUwWzfCS6k5kNytn9RXmx6Q/s400/000_1417.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and then...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLkaOs5k5FPPiGwgvyY3ADnzBusuZASSPyYm6GTk-m8-ZiD7ueN5rhSRneMvIoTbx9So6qllda1-KVebJRw-yYlemCVBPL_dJznVlv2c4k3JO2PDlnTE_rakHmgwH4jERZEE8_vDYPps/s1600-h/000_1418.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052980854213662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLkaOs5k5FPPiGwgvyY3ADnzBusuZASSPyYm6GTk-m8-ZiD7ueN5rhSRneMvIoTbx9So6qllda1-KVebJRw-yYlemCVBPL_dJznVlv2c4k3JO2PDlnTE_rakHmgwH4jERZEE8_vDYPps/s400/000_1418.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Peek-a-bird!"<br /><strong></strong></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-40368767111238338302007-02-20T02:33:00.000+11:002007-02-20T02:36:46.356+11:00Eight weeks(21 May 06)<br /><br />A MUCH longer entry this week - I wouldn't want Auntie Steff to feel like she was being deprived of my endless ramblings just because I've been busy :P I have also stolen precious Wombat-sleeping-time from my thesis to update my website. I still have to write the product reviews, and after that, my next time-waster will be filling in the missing two weeks between Wombat's birth and my first update - I am sure you will want to know all about it some day, so I'd better get it written down before I forget it. <br /><br />Wombat, you are getting much stronger this week and have become more interactive, tightening your grip to hug me rather than just lying on my shoulder. You can now hold your head up straight without support, though it still gets rather wobbly when you are tired. You are even pushing up with your legs and taking some of your weight on them! Anyone would think you were trying to walk before you can crawl :P You haven't actually rolled over on your own yet, but you are trying and have come close (EDIT: yes, you have - did it this afternoon - were very proud to be suddenly lying there on your tummy!). I am thinking the next step will be to put perspex sides on the change table so you can still lie there in safety while I am folding your next nappy or otherwise distracted. <br /><br />Speaking of change tables and folding nappies, that has become one of your favourite jokes. You will be lying there having some "nakey botty time" in between nappies, and I will turn around to lay the clean nappy on the bed while I fold it. Suddenly I will feel a warm sensation on my backside and realise I have been perfectly targeted by my little Wombat! That has happened twice now, and the huge smile on your face when I have to change my peed-on clothes shows that you know what you are doing - I guess it makes up for all the times in the day when you have to put up with me dressing and undressing you!!! All those mothers with baby girls just don't know what they're missing :P <br /><br />You have started vocalising very well - you will copy what Daddy and I say - especially "Hello" and "Hi" - you don't have the pronunciation perfect yet, but the tone of voice is exact... and you gurgles away to youself in full sentences. As Daddy says, the content isn't there yet but the sentence structure is all in place: "Goo? Goo goo go gah. Goo goo GAH go. Goo Google go. Ooooh!" It's terribly cute to listen to... and if I say "What a BIG smile," and Daddy repeats "That's a lovely BIG SMILE," you will say something like "EEEG IIIIIIILE"... I know all parents hear their baby talking where everyone else just hears nonsense, but it's fun to play. <br /><br />You have been discovering your hands this week as well. You will stare in fascination while I show you all the things that fingers can do - open wide, close into a fist, open one at a time, wiggle, wave... and then I will see you practising the same movements. You haven't quite worked out how to stick your thumb out yet, and it keeps folding inside your fist, but that means you sucks on your wrist instead of your thumb which is probably better for your future teeth development! <br /><br />You have one little tooth bud starting to show already - I'm not sure I'm looking forward to that particular milestone - it's not the teething problems I mind so much as the being "chewed on" bit... Daddy was looking at teething toys yesterday and was telling me about a nice "Big Bird" toy that you could chew on... I reckon Mitch may have to watch out in the future if we get you that one - you may get used to the idea of chewing on birds! <br /><br />Mitch bit me & broke the skin for the first time this morning - nothing serious at all, but it was a shock... (For those who don't know, Mitch is the long-billed corella that Daddy rescued from the gutter 3 or 4 years ago after seeing him get hit by a car - his wing is permanently damaged and he has been my much-loved but frustratingly noisy pet ever since). Nana is worried about psittacosis, so she has insisted on taking over Mitch's daily care, but sometimes Mitch won't cooperate with her - he refuses to come out of his cage and will sit there screeching until I come to take him outside... then he will attack me for neglecting him! Nana looks after him very well, but she doesn't give him the same cuddles and grooming that he is used to. I try to catch up when I have time, but being Autumn, he has a lot of uncomfortable pin feathers that need attention, and he wants to spend 10 minutes chewing on my fingers before settling down to enjoy the process - which is a problem when I only have 10 minutes to spare for him. He is being so cute at night though - I will try to get a picture - he climbs under the sheet covering his indoor cage and bops around under there, poking his beak out to say "Peek a bird!" When you cry, Wombat, he makes little soothing noises - I think he respects a creature that can make more noise than he can!!! When we first came home from the hospital, you totally ignored Mitch's screeching, being used to hearing it in my tummy... but now you are getting older, when you are overtired and I have had trouble getting you to sleep, Mitch's screech is guaranteed to wake you up again, which does place an extra stress on our relationship - especially if I give Mitch some attention for being a good quiet bird and he screeches at me and wakes you up the moment I walk away from him!!! <br /><br />Darling Wombat, you have also started laughing this week... lovely little giggles they are... we can't help but laugh with you! You and Daddy are having a sleep-in together this morning, as you were awake several times during the night (Mummy would rather grab the chance to have a shower and breakfast than sleep!!!) <br /><br />Mummy's new dicovery is that reading while breastfeeding is totally forbidden! Daddy passed me an interesting article on a new Rotovirus vaccine in Scientific American the other day, and while I was feeding, I went on to read several other articles. Wombat, you were most upset. You like to gaze adoringly into my eyes while you are nursing, and if I am not looking at you, it just isn't the same. It took you several hours to forgive me and smile again! Mummy is allowed to think about other things, but she has to smile while doing so... if she forgets and looks serious while contemplating the state of the universe... her thesis... or the shopping list... she will look down and find a very anxious little frown staring back up at her... "Why won't you smile at me Mummy? Don't you love me any more?" I get the same response if I forget to talk to you when changing your clothes or dealing with your hiccups etc. It doesn't matter what I say, you just like to know you are the centre of my attention... Poor Wombat ;) It's not much too ask - after all, before I know it that adoring gaze is going to turn away to seek new objects of affection, so I must be sure to bask in its glow every moment that I can! <br /><br />On Wednesday we went for our big trip into town to meet the priest who will baptise you. It was your longest journey in the car so far, and you were a very good boy and slept most of the way. The sun through the back window is a huge problem, though. We really need to find some way to shade your face without blocking visibility. You woke up crying after we'd been driving for about an hour and a quarter, but we were nearly at Brighton Le Sands where we had planned to stop anyway, to show you your first glimpse of the ocean. It was a bit breezy there, but you were wearing two of your little cotton suits and I put on your pixie hat and wrapped you in a rug so you were warm enough (I had my camera with me to take pictures, but forgot and left it in my bag!) Then we carried you across the sand and down to the water's edge. I gave you to Daddy, who waded into the water a little bit (in his boots!) and lowered you down so you could touch the water. The wavelets there were only tiny - about 5cm high at the most, but of course, as soon as you had your hand in the water, there was a little swell and your cuff got wet - on both suits. You stopped crying when Mummy wrung most of the water out, but continued to whinge a little so we took you back to the car. There was a SriLankan couple there with their young toddler, the father neatly dressed, the mother in a pink silk sari. They were taking photos of each other with their child, and the ocean & airport in the background. The father looked across at you, Wombat, and asked "How old?" When we said 8 weeks, he replied gently, "Too young!" and brushed your cheek with his finger. I thought he was very sweet :) While I changed you into a clean suit, Daddy offered to take a photo for them so they could have the whole family together. There wasn't time to feed you (as I had hoped to) after all that adventure, so we tucked you back into the car seat and off we went again, with me sitting in the back next to you so I could shade your eyes with my hand. When you started making sucking "feed me" noises I offered you your new dummy (though the politically correct term these days is apparently "soother") which you mouthed a few times before falling asleep. You were quite happy when we got into the city, so I tucked you into your carrier and we walked down to the church. <br /><br />People in Sydney are so boring and closed in - no-one even looked twice at the beautiful embroidery on the carrier! <br /><br />There was an old man in a checked shirt and wooly cardigan outside the church, sweeping away the autumn leaves. His broom had purple plastic bristles. At first I thought he was fighting a losing battle as for every leaf he pushed off the sidewalk into the gutter, five more would fall. Then I realised that eventually the tree would run out of leaves for the year, and he would have stopped them from piling up and becoming slippery - so although it looked like a hopeless endeavour, he would be the winner in the end - losing the battles, but winning the war! <br /><br />The priest, Father Kervin, is lovely - a rounded face, neatly trimmed beard, and a very gentle voice and attitude. He went over the details with us and gave us a book on baptism to read and keep, but our meeting was brought to a rather abrupt end when you decided, Wombat, that you had been sucking patiently on your soother for long enough, and that you wanted feeding and you wanted it NOW! I tied on the carrier and we tucked you back in, which calmed you down again... as we walked back to the car, you were craning your head back to look at all the tall buildings. We ducked into the church itself for a moment and I touched your forehead with a drop of holy water from the font as a little blessing - you immediately started wailing so we left again straight away. (I think you thought - Oh no! not more water! Mummy will want to change all my clothes AGAIN!!!) <br /><br />Back at the car, I left you in the carrier and sat down to feed you. It does a lovely job of shielding you so you can nurse in privacy - you sure were hungry - it was nearly 45 minutes before I could tuck you into his car seat and we could head off home. You loved the drive across the Anzac Bridge, Wombat - you really like high-contrast stripey things, so the black cables against the blue sky were fascinating to you. Then it was peak hour on the freeways, so it was a long slow drive back to the country. It was such a relief to get back here to the fresh air after all the foul smells of the road - we waited next to one bus at the lights that simply stank of diesel, and at other times we kept having to open and close the windows as we crawled along to keep the air in the car breathable! <br /><br />I rang the Church's Courtyard Cafe later in the week, and confirmed that there was no way they could stay open after 2pm as it is staffed by volunteers and that's when they go home, but I was told we were very welcome to meet there and have our small celebration before the ceremony. I am doing the invitations this week (design is done, just need to print and post them) but we are planning to get into town with you about 1pm, feed you in the car first, and then get down to the cafe to meet people about 1:30, heading home soon after the ceremony. It may not give much time for socialising, but it does mean a less stressful day for you, young Wombat, and you are the most important star of the show :) <br /><br />LOL... I haven't finished yet, but I'll understand if you stopped reading several paragraphs ago... <br /><br />Surprise, surprise, Wombat, you do seem to have outgrown your christening gown which I made for you from my wedding dress fabric while I was pregnant. It is the same pattern that I used for K's, and while the neck on hers was tight and needed an extension on the buttons when she was three months old, at two months old yours doesn't even come close to meeting across your back - there's a gap of at least 5 centimeters! I had thought of attaching ribbons instead of buttons, so I could tie it in place, but I will see how tight the armholes are closer to the day! The long lace coat still fits you, though!!! (I was worried that it was going to be too big, as I had to 'shrink' the pattern for Kaelyn, but I went ahead and made it full size for you just in case... glad I did!) Yesterday Daddy bought you a plain white sleep suit, so the plan is to dress you in that with the lace coat over the top. I think it will look just fine - more masculine than the gown looks, though that would have been fine for a smaller, less boyish looking baby! I have finished the embroidery on your chasuble (the bib-shaped white garment which is your symbol of new life) and just have to sew the pieces together now. I am hugely pleased with how that turned out - sewing with metallic thread is never easy :) <br /><br />Last point before the photos * "phew" I hear you say* - my thesis. Basically, when I am working on it I am quite optimistic and confident in its direction, but when I go for a few days without touching it, it starts to loom large and stressful as an impossible achievement. So, although I have really enjoyed the entertainment of wasting a little time on my website (and writing this huge - nearly 3000 word - essay for you today) I really need to keep such self-indulgence to a minimum, for my own peace of mind! There is still such a huge amount of work to do, and I am constantly running behind my schedule of when each element should be completed. However, that is nothing unusual for me, and I did need to take a little break, even if I do feel guilty about it! You have been taking long Wombat naps during the middle of the day this week, and staying awake (and getting overtired and cranky) late into the evening... Only time will show what next week will be like - especially as you have to have your 2 month vaccinations on Thursday *ouch* With a concerted effort I will catch up, so wish me luck and good concentration skills :) <br /><br />and finally... the thing you've been waiting for... the photos! <br /><br />First, my favourite Wombat and Mummy photo so far - it doesn't really show, but you are hugging me quite hard here - I was trying to get you with your head up to show how strong your neck was getting, but you didn't want to play for the camera... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum_KHv-sCQrytHw_x6uoUvf5V6STrYGyYfs0nz0fL3A39Lzhpq5mC2JqOZ1a9WeSuISkUivEh5ZTrcMdEGmhrJRMxVNmqKgMeZWGkScN8OPjldA6qq1d8ZvNajsPEJHSXzsRzVT4dVj0/s1600-h/029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231596349984962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjum_KHv-sCQrytHw_x6uoUvf5V6STrYGyYfs0nz0fL3A39Lzhpq5mC2JqOZ1a9WeSuISkUivEh5ZTrcMdEGmhrJRMxVNmqKgMeZWGkScN8OPjldA6qq1d8ZvNajsPEJHSXzsRzVT4dVj0/s400/029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Daddy prefers this one, because I am smiling!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD0MeU6APqq1Ol6t3yGU4kB8dhGC34bDDbNrdSJUWSX4CGvcPtRsbWaESOf2k1Mp8nSKvgOozcwlqtke-O5PBq0UaNvx08xHoSK4wi0QEOFl3Y5fJf8sFUIwXH1f7JgCSvGJxG62Q34M/s1600-h/030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231596349984978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD0MeU6APqq1Ol6t3yGU4kB8dhGC34bDDbNrdSJUWSX4CGvcPtRsbWaESOf2k1Mp8nSKvgOozcwlqtke-O5PBq0UaNvx08xHoSK4wi0QEOFl3Y5fJf8sFUIwXH1f7JgCSvGJxG62Q34M/s400/030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here you are in your very last 000 suit, now retired to wait for the next little boy - as you can see, you're certainly "busting through the seams" <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZ25P7PMi8soDcsr3YJ8CTu5KTf913fsBKoQwnLlWHeLLArA1IE8_gO2o7uG063vX8sTxmky6lb_Djkldfqdv-kTh_6Alx61xTh34nPPY_MuX-2-XD069LNQ9o1qtVfcz0vKBrp6LxmM/s1600-h/031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231970012139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZ25P7PMi8soDcsr3YJ8CTu5KTf913fsBKoQwnLlWHeLLArA1IE8_gO2o7uG063vX8sTxmky6lb_Djkldfqdv-kTh_6Alx61xTh34nPPY_MuX-2-XD069LNQ9o1qtVfcz0vKBrp6LxmM/s400/031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had unexpected visitors yesterday, so here you are, Wombat, with Daddy's cousin-by-marriage, Carmel... (aren't you cute in your pixie hat???)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuscISUfe5P7pTcGlBQ0SOJwEy3D0sHW501V6KYtx5XfB0Qh5XPhGlYs5qVTLqs1I9hXoYmoA5vXUCiOWg-xErnPxdWft-l7SQnD2Y5q3DQuK_mfPi7jMAeyD7lclbjJoLFGs5A8FHR4/s1600-h/032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231974307107058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKuscISUfe5P7pTcGlBQ0SOJwEy3D0sHW501V6KYtx5XfB0Qh5XPhGlYs5qVTLqs1I9hXoYmoA5vXUCiOWg-xErnPxdWft-l7SQnD2Y5q3DQuK_mfPi7jMAeyD7lclbjJoLFGs5A8FHR4/s400/032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As Daddy was saying goodbye to the visitors, his 20 year old cat, Morgana, decided she wanted to be in her favourite spot - she spent day and night on his shoulder when she was a kitten, and even now she is most comfortable up there! I am glad to finally get a photo of it, even if it is from a distance - I was keeping you inside, Wombat, out of the cold wind... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CMKgw_jXdgWeavRognpbX_qpckRPvF_KJg6__mybNoIpFf8r_PiNL4Zczwh178vRIqTM1lAw-aFwN9TYCE7uA2oNpt9zhdkt2mQqUUnIzfLvNvJRLnCNM3KksjY3QV2fpIR8vgQHA4s/s1600-h/033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231974307107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CMKgw_jXdgWeavRognpbX_qpckRPvF_KJg6__mybNoIpFf8r_PiNL4Zczwh178vRIqTM1lAw-aFwN9TYCE7uA2oNpt9zhdkt2mQqUUnIzfLvNvJRLnCNM3KksjY3QV2fpIR8vgQHA4s/s400/033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is Daddy having a Wombat chat while Mummy escapes for a shower - you love looking at Daddy's striped shirt! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TGUrCZdCh8_h0UCjm5YX0-VWMMyIafwxflxK4wplcEPYpY1gvv3mk1wNuRxEKG2flJbuo91_l3UeehS612Abu37-5Y4SUddA-9rhhUrc2QbCx4X2s3WSOF3-8ikSgwvHu9kyR7qM7rA/s1600-h/034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231978602074386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TGUrCZdCh8_h0UCjm5YX0-VWMMyIafwxflxK4wplcEPYpY1gvv3mk1wNuRxEKG2flJbuo91_l3UeehS612Abu37-5Y4SUddA-9rhhUrc2QbCx4X2s3WSOF3-8ikSgwvHu9kyR7qM7rA/s400/034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How's this for a smile? You have a new Wombat toy this week - Spiny Norman has taken a backseat, as I went and dug Eeyore out of my box of soft toys (we got him in a showbag years ago!) I thought he would be better for you at this age as he has lots of 'graspable' bits - he fits better in your hands and you can hang onto an ear, leg or tail... he proved to be an instant success :D <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMtIkKdN_RdX4xs09mYn_bY5V4rvu9Gdks3qbSNSmtD7AtXCvzWjqbd2NsYNQGJuZy5fUqur2rFut-M7UOadZgxGd19HNV5HfRA4fJDfuqwTOixyJb8v5Bkt2wABtjbTTv9rpdT7n4aA/s1600-h/035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231978602074402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNMtIkKdN_RdX4xs09mYn_bY5V4rvu9Gdks3qbSNSmtD7AtXCvzWjqbd2NsYNQGJuZy5fUqur2rFut-M7UOadZgxGd19HNV5HfRA4fJDfuqwTOixyJb8v5Bkt2wABtjbTTv9rpdT7n4aA/s400/035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A Wombat has to know where his donkey is, even when he's sound asleep...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0_xrzbnfZdWMUBYez7KOFHUFl5_lhRh3QbykhyipU436c8OwMjM5IkxAtl9CGRazXUd8FNXRwmGYXOt1J4zNzyGS7RkT02UCA-xDmuJY86sTQsDLmKs5pvMk_fIwGjXv04z39YEjPjQ/s1600-h/036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033232274954817842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0_xrzbnfZdWMUBYez7KOFHUFl5_lhRh3QbykhyipU436c8OwMjM5IkxAtl9CGRazXUd8FNXRwmGYXOt1J4zNzyGS7RkT02UCA-xDmuJY86sTQsDLmKs5pvMk_fIwGjXv04z39YEjPjQ/s400/036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the embroidery on the chasuble...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAgMt73Y7TTQVGBRzRsM3fNtPZpQqekQc5HK28etPeCkiW9F1ThqrC4RRwsTDLeRbAsWbQkNtdsvcsRQ-iuC0bWyDAWgktrMnjIRcYAwwsHS-lCJaJ2J6B3c-AEIpy5wNi7KNsIsVfe4/s1600-h/037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033232274954817858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAgMt73Y7TTQVGBRzRsM3fNtPZpQqekQc5HK28etPeCkiW9F1ThqrC4RRwsTDLeRbAsWbQkNtdsvcsRQ-iuC0bWyDAWgktrMnjIRcYAwwsHS-lCJaJ2J6B3c-AEIpy5wNi7KNsIsVfe4/s400/037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and FINALLY FINALLY... here is Mitch tonight, having forgiven me because I am bringing him inside where it is warm, and have picked a pile of green branches for him to chew on (as a bribe to keep quiet and well-behaved - it's working so far!) :D <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2rGnTppsLXWJGWmPBRHbgjFYTuMLNgK_CwI536Va62UlEyk5nc3KPu37J-Fh2ZLK705bBuU2yDGUDlqp76Zvp3L3jVHKID_hQv-Z3o4LA7Pr9ZD7BeBkHMpGINobrppYb5fkdZL_yUk/s1600-h/038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033232274954817874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2rGnTppsLXWJGWmPBRHbgjFYTuMLNgK_CwI536Va62UlEyk5nc3KPu37J-Fh2ZLK705bBuU2yDGUDlqp76Zvp3L3jVHKID_hQv-Z3o4LA7Pr9ZD7BeBkHMpGINobrppYb5fkdZL_yUk/s400/038.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-60736688534363624412007-02-20T02:31:00.000+11:002007-02-20T02:33:08.253+11:00Seven weeks(14 May 06)<br /><br />Hi Wombat :)<br /><br />our first Mother's day turned out to be very quiet and peaceful. You were very active yesterday evening and it took me many many MANY hours of feeding and playing and rocking to get you to sleep, but once you finally dropped off, you slept for seven hours again - it seems to be your Saturday night thing!!! You were very hungry when you woke up this morning, and we all had a long midday nap together. Daddy made me a Mother's day card and put a pen in your hand so you could 'sign' it. Daddy said you refused to let the pen go once you had it in your grip!<br /><br />We were expecting a visit from Grandma, Jouko & Uncle Peter today, but unfortunately they had to cancel - with petrol prices jumping to $1.49 a litre this weekend, it really takes the fun out of travelling any distance, so a special trip up from Nowra was out of the question. I hope we will see them at the christening, if not beforehand - at least it gave us an excuse to dash around and tidy the house up a bit!<br /><br />I was half expecting that to happen - this week has been like that in a lot of ways - on Wednesday you were due to be weighed at the local baby clinic. Daddy and I got you warmly dressed against a bitter wind and drove the 20mins to The Oaks only to find a note on the door saying "closed due to unforeseen circumstances." Very disappointing as we were really looking forward to finding out how much you had grown! The bathroom scales are too inaccurate and the kitchen scales too small, so I just have to guess. I can't take you next Wednesday, either, as we have an appointment in the city to see the priest and plan your christening, so it will be another two weeks and you will have grown even more! Then on Friday, I was supposed to see the obstetrician for my six week checkup. I am still not allowed to do any stretching or real exercise until she has checked on my stitches (they are uncomfortable but feeling much better than they were!) Her secretary rang me an hour before we were ready to leave to say that she had another patient in labour and wouldn't be there - so that visit has been rescheduled for next Friday.<br /><br />EDIT on the weight question - Daddy pulled out Grandma's old balance scales and we 'balanced' you on them. Wombat, you weigh 14 pounds 5 ounces, or around 6.5 kilos :) When you were born you were right on the top of the 'weight for age' statistical scale - you are holding perfectly on that top line. I have been realising more and more that because you are so big and robust, it is hard even for me to remember how young and vulnerable you are. As you get older, people will expect you to be more self-reliant, less emotional and more responsible than other children your age, just because you are a lot bigger than them. I pray you won't have to fight as hard as your Daddy did, but we are already planning to avoid some of the problems by home-schooling you.<br /><br />I have a new motto this week - TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED - it came to me in an email from another Michelle - the catechist co-ordinator who inspired me to become a volunteer religious teacher, and gave me several happy years teaching the kids in a local public school (I had to quit when I got pregnant, as I am too prone to catching the kids' colds, and didn't want to take any risks with you). <br /><br />And now to the weekly photos:<br /><br />First we have my attempts to get a Wombat & Mummy Mother's Day photo, but you were refusing to smile at the camera, no matter how much I tickled you! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbwwFI-9e-UbYG9kTkSe6KIN_P683zZh8EBUhevvzzgYnlj2boXWPGiiVFjlEPurKB-ZaIqKxO32YJpF4w1YGs4jyqG2AA6IpALQAcESQ-Y9PNvTBcH0EhmUyAxohhiLByo4ufffQiTI/s1600-h/025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033223981372969090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbwwFI-9e-UbYG9kTkSe6KIN_P683zZh8EBUhevvzzgYnlj2boXWPGiiVFjlEPurKB-ZaIqKxO32YJpF4w1YGs4jyqG2AA6IpALQAcESQ-Y9PNvTBcH0EhmUyAxohhiLByo4ufffQiTI/s400/025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was much more entertaining to play with Mummy's hair...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS4CzBmqKxSLILYcbrtqizPdWam1l1P4cqC3aV1McvP6FYiEG0AgJbvOxgecqFNcm0aa7PgsZLU1MDOXO16ILK9VZ0lkkWcYvgl320EL9QV3OtrarhyphenhypheniQSCjuZZOKS-h3Z3tejUjj9pU/s1600-h/026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231592055017618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWS4CzBmqKxSLILYcbrtqizPdWam1l1P4cqC3aV1McvP6FYiEG0AgJbvOxgecqFNcm0aa7PgsZLU1MDOXO16ILK9VZ0lkkWcYvgl320EL9QV3OtrarhyphenhypheniQSCjuZZOKS-h3Z3tejUjj9pU/s400/026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and here is my little Wombat relaxing on my Mother's Day present from Daddy - he has been watching me lean against the wall to nurse, with a pillow behind my back, and decided it looked too uncomfortable, so he bought me a lovely cushioned backrest, which you think is very comfy to play on... lol - I love the action shot & with such a big smile as well - at this age, all your future seems to be encoded in your face - watching the fleeting expressions change, we suddenly think 'that's what you will look like when you are 4 or 16 or 50...' It's kind of like knowing you are going to get déjà vu in advance, if you know what I mean :P<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZd54dsR488yhSf-bCpKwt5-BxuLpshQBTvdahB4XO-xKIfbtzmzyPXnmHyHIPms6His0Ihc3V1tHgrryg43KkH7gNVhj66saf2Rqwrwa3cceSoieS_pLOi2VNvbLudDehjPoFa-h-g4Y/s1600-h/027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231592055017634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZd54dsR488yhSf-bCpKwt5-BxuLpshQBTvdahB4XO-xKIfbtzmzyPXnmHyHIPms6His0Ihc3V1tHgrryg43KkH7gNVhj66saf2Rqwrwa3cceSoieS_pLOi2VNvbLudDehjPoFa-h-g4Y/s400/027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and finally, this is my current project (in my huge amounts of spare time ??? when not working on my thesis, or finishing the embroidery on your christening robe) - Daddy bought some great Beatrix Potter fabric, and I am making panels to cover the dusty old louvres, on the entrance doors to our room and the built-in robes. Believe it or not, those louvres have been scrubbed over and over again but they still look awful, and it's no use painting them to fix the problem, because several slats are missing in odd places... so Daddy came up with the bright idea and I am having fun implementing it... one panel done, only eleven more to go... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32rMOssJlkrFLtShFNuj-hiwzXJ_DvsE9DDgoLWu05PACXIUR5pStaJ5lLX829FqDCfAwfWgskWfIPxjWRH7kdEBW0ey6ZCjP1Hh_vqXunNSHwHf_t1H31aeo90VJrJuYST7ulBS8hAE/s1600-h/028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033231596349984946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32rMOssJlkrFLtShFNuj-hiwzXJ_DvsE9DDgoLWu05PACXIUR5pStaJ5lLX829FqDCfAwfWgskWfIPxjWRH7kdEBW0ey6ZCjP1Hh_vqXunNSHwHf_t1H31aeo90VJrJuYST7ulBS8hAE/s400/028.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-22536845136494197192007-02-20T02:29:00.000+11:002007-02-20T02:31:01.334+11:00Six weeks(7 May 06)<br /><br />This week, Wombat, you went to town for the first time, to see the doc for your six-week check up. It was the first time you had been out in the car for several weeks, but you were as well-behaved as ever - thankfully you really like your car seat! After seeing the doctor (and getting a clean bill of health) you and Daddy sat and watched the autumn colour on the Jacaranda trees while I went to the bank. That was the exciting highlight of the week :P<br /><br />Other than that, we have been practicing our sleep/eat/play routine (made more interesting by gifts which arrived from Auntie Steff and Papa) and I have been racing out to the computer to work on my thesis every time you go to sleep. You havn't given me much chance this week, as you have been wide awake in the evenings and I have been very tired myself.<br /><br />Yesterday, Daddy was building us a railing around our deck and we had to vacate the bedroom, so we spent several hours playing in the loungeroom, and went for a walk to look at the autumn leaves on the liquid amber in the back yard. As the evening wore on it got colder and you were overtired, refusing to settle. I finally got you to sleep at 10:30 by bunnyrugging you up tight and lying down beside the bassinet where you could see me until you were sound asleep. By this stage I was also exhausted, so decided to go to sleep as well, since I was expecting you to be up again at 12, or 2am at the latest. Imagine my surprise to wake at 5:30! My first thought was to check the monitor - yes, it was still working, a little green light flashing every time you breathed... and you gave a little Wombat whimper to confirm it... then I thought perhaps you had been trying to wake me earlier but I had slept through it (yeah, right - like you had suddenly forgotten how to cry when you needed me!!!) So I got you up, changed your nappy and fed you, and you were the happiest, smiliest Wombat I had ever seen! After 7 hours sleep I was a pretty happy mummy as well :D I think that's the most sleep I have gotten since you were born! Even better, you have been very good about following your routine all day, and you are now sound asleep at 9pm, allowing me to get on with some work (as soon as I finish writing here, that is, so I had better wrap this up!)<br /><br />This week's photos:<br /><br />First, I have become paranoid about my adventurous little Wombat learning to roll over and falling off the change table, since I have a tendency to be distracted and you enjoy lying there and watching me... some change tables have straps to hold baby on, so I decided to improvise with the belt from an old dressing gown... you seem to like the idea :) - that's a bamboo nappy, by the way... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxXhmhVT9zzOZlFCLNW8W6JOvxFYkiSM3X_TRl2h5OtovboCOMcpDi3R4gqJwOvxqQYe6cNOfac2CZ3o2B1aNpT40YXETYenB23dinXm5dYPws9CdQ7qSbNdHqZTKv2uCwOSmCZKm8NA/s1600-h/017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033222877566373890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxXhmhVT9zzOZlFCLNW8W6JOvxFYkiSM3X_TRl2h5OtovboCOMcpDi3R4gqJwOvxqQYe6cNOfac2CZ3o2B1aNpT40YXETYenB23dinXm5dYPws9CdQ7qSbNdHqZTKv2uCwOSmCZKm8NA/s400/017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and sticking with the nappy shots - here is my Wombat enjoying the luxury of your lovely new lambskin - an early christening present from Papa... I have been putting you on it every day after your bath, before I dress you, and you have really been enjoying it, if the happy gurgles are anything to go by :D <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGZK4FYcOdObEagFyL5tSXf5Wer3Eb-GsALhhwM9XeTiSvuWdzJIoxxy6gByffRv73o1g4AIeX2fyfUZtBBHbMHyEuw6-r3EXBnH9RU2zUZ7TFOCodcRTmIX6mLTLbMayYxBgBRFaZ9g/s1600-h/018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033222881861341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOGZK4FYcOdObEagFyL5tSXf5Wer3Eb-GsALhhwM9XeTiSvuWdzJIoxxy6gByffRv73o1g4AIeX2fyfUZtBBHbMHyEuw6-r3EXBnH9RU2zUZ7TFOCodcRTmIX6mLTLbMayYxBgBRFaZ9g/s400/018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />next, Wombat, here you are playing with the activity mat sent by Auntie Steff as a "welcome to the world" gift (once again accompanied by happy goos and gahs - you are 'talking' a lot more this week!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qHIkMXdpRw7nEUrCOs98DVaoH9ud_sCl967_Bjaev_BXTKfTX2rA6yHVULP-UOV4L0IwUmIxDviE4GsNnwpWuIBG25AeO60mA7S1juba72c2fNmqSRZiqxrFkIn3U6JkfC60uMnuyjA/s1600-h/019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033222881861341218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qHIkMXdpRw7nEUrCOs98DVaoH9ud_sCl967_Bjaev_BXTKfTX2rA6yHVULP-UOV4L0IwUmIxDviE4GsNnwpWuIBG25AeO60mA7S1juba72c2fNmqSRZiqxrFkIn3U6JkfC60uMnuyjA/s400/019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My darling Wombat (in the chinese carrier) and the golden leaves of the liquid amber... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRJOfCHAy9PmPBh_vESAQd3unHtQsSSTlMi6FqxmmP4ZSf1hsPU45LqubdTzTRdEFbyshxCmZ3O3KwFG2jqWZfryd2g3O2tcgyKqKZPJmTHZ4XVFcNNveJJo8kn6B2TLjXJkp7_8RR1Q/s1600-h/020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033222886156308530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRJOfCHAy9PmPBh_vESAQd3unHtQsSSTlMi6FqxmmP4ZSf1hsPU45LqubdTzTRdEFbyshxCmZ3O3KwFG2jqWZfryd2g3O2tcgyKqKZPJmTHZ4XVFcNNveJJo8kn6B2TLjXJkp7_8RR1Q/s400/020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"HELP, Mummy, it's attacking me!!!!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WTLxPz9Lx6TvZGyEb2On6ffWO4v7-8flGoFKl9OqSwrb5dvSJzx51HSlELYZSxb88abV-Mcc2LlV6X57rk599qoRDlgB47bAMBCLb62cOg_niURSiM8vx0e5TzNAIQpAPBPzfTuY_sw/s1600-h/021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033223968488067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WTLxPz9Lx6TvZGyEb2On6ffWO4v7-8flGoFKl9OqSwrb5dvSJzx51HSlELYZSxb88abV-Mcc2LlV6X57rk599qoRDlgB47bAMBCLb62cOg_niURSiM8vx0e5TzNAIQpAPBPzfTuY_sw/s400/021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This one is my desktop background for this month :D In fact, it's one of my favourite photos of you so far, Wombat! It looks much better full screen! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKgW2vs4Vmv3jMGNtBpxK_np6LYYMg0XMkbyXslX6Re424I9s-cm39IqJK-Pm9M9L7s0XfUVgspk3iUKqglCp1JuASY9SOI0fIVD8zZsrLo5VLzCxqqFB9UKukK2TGGphdPVaeGKkBdY/s1600-h/022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033223972783034450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKgW2vs4Vmv3jMGNtBpxK_np6LYYMg0XMkbyXslX6Re424I9s-cm39IqJK-Pm9M9L7s0XfUVgspk3iUKqglCp1JuASY9SOI0fIVD8zZsrLo5VLzCxqqFB9UKukK2TGGphdPVaeGKkBdY/s400/022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On the way back inside - "Gee, Mum, isn't everything DRY!!!" It's a real drought year again - we have had hardly any autumn rain and very strong winds... as you can see, the gardens are suffering as a result...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVkLWwn6aTN-7iQBhPNN48hDys1yuOqlSOpTKfa0pcAKSUKd35gR3RySYtRFiSWGY-tWpPdcaHaNT5PhldWeaJPQtSmU13s41LetqPSgQ1A73hvhwFYVhU14k0tgoCn7xkgzeslIJv3A/s1600-h/023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033223977078001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVkLWwn6aTN-7iQBhPNN48hDys1yuOqlSOpTKfa0pcAKSUKd35gR3RySYtRFiSWGY-tWpPdcaHaNT5PhldWeaJPQtSmU13s41LetqPSgQ1A73hvhwFYVhU14k0tgoCn7xkgzeslIJv3A/s400/023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and last of all, here you are all bunnyrugged up tight (in a real bunny-rug) :D<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnBNBK5dRXIx7DGCA3h1M2YPJZQZYY1CoaKWZzDA7zci905dDjQFUwYlMvaREuD2jPIkvgaM-8oZoMyMnI6se2PBJsb_DoCLveggNQr9vjo6ySZZrezQqWFW0h8stgZpFnCxSHzMHYpE/s1600-h/024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033223977078001778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnBNBK5dRXIx7DGCA3h1M2YPJZQZYY1CoaKWZzDA7zci905dDjQFUwYlMvaREuD2jPIkvgaM-8oZoMyMnI6se2PBJsb_DoCLveggNQr9vjo6ySZZrezQqWFW0h8stgZpFnCxSHzMHYpE/s400/024.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-765069478968515716.post-1655519647626153752007-02-20T02:27:00.000+11:002007-02-20T02:29:14.084+11:00Five weeks(1 May 06)<br /><br />I was all ready to get this out yesterday as planned, but as Daddy says, I have as much chance of predicting what my little Wombat is going to do as I have of predicting where my darts will land :P notoriously, if I say I'm going to get a bullseye, the dart will end up stuck in a nearby door, and if I say I'm going to miss entirely, I'm just as likely to get a bullseye! For the past few days, Wombat, you have been very alert and feeding voraciously during the day, and then sleeping soundly all evening, giving me a chance to get on with some uni reading. Yesterday, however, you decided to sleep all day, which I didn't mind as I was very tired and sore myself so I joined you, but then you were awake and hungry from 7pm until midnight. That meant my computer time went out the window! Today has been more balanced, with both sleeping, feeding and play (though not necessarily in that order!) and I have just got you settled into a sound sleep - let's see how long it lasts :D<br /><br />My other excuse is that Grandpa Tony sent me a cd of photo-enhancing software, so you will notice that this week's photos are much better quality :) I have only had a few minutes to play with it, but there looks like a lot of fun stuff there - especially when I have time to do more website work again. My work on Grandma's website seems to have been something of a minor success - she has just received an order for a cake from a lady in London!!! I also have a new product to rave about this week - the embroidered chinese baby carrier which Daddy found on Ebay, and which I will discuss below...<br /><br />Whoops, Wombat, I hear you calling from your cradle... excuse me, I shall be back shortly :)<br /><br />>>> a nappy change and 20 minute feed later >>><br /><br />Let's see, what did I want to tell you all about this week?<br /><br />Wombat, my dear, you seem to have the same digestive problems as your Mum - a bad tendency to breathe your milk instead of drinking it *cough choke splutter* and nasty reflux, so you often have to swallow your dinner twice. We have at least removed one problem - I noticed you are very sensitive to chocolate, and you have been a lot calmer and happier since I stopped eating it entirely - if I eat even a little piece it will upset you! You are also responding well to my drinking a herbal nursing tea - an unlikely blend of stinging nettle, aniseed, fennel seed and caraway seed which surprisingly doesn't taste all that bad if you add sugar or honey to it. It certainly seems to help you with the tummy bubbles.<br /><br />Auntie Steff gave us a magnet which reads "Grow a little every day" and Wombat, you have been taking that message to heart. In Australian baby's clothes, size 000 is supposed to last from 3-6 months and size 00 from 6-9 months. You are already pushing your toes through the bottom of your 000 suits, and at least one of your 00 suits fits quite nicely :) Of course, the sizes are notoriously unreliable, but there is no denying that you are getting longer in the torso - I notice it every night as you now take up three quarters of the bassinet's length, where you only reached halfway a week or two ago. You have your six week medical check-up on Thursday, and I am sure you will get a clean bill of health. In other developmental milestones, you have graduated from dry-eyed baby tantrums, and now cry very wet and salty tears... and you have started smiling in earnest - lovely big smiles to melt your Mummy's heart (as you will see in the first photo) :D<br /><br />With the christening, our latest thoughts are that it would be nice to gather at the church's cafe around 1 o'clock and have a cuppa and snack together before the ceremony (at 2). This means we don't have to ask them to stay open past their normal closing time, we can all be rested, well-fed and happy (especially the babies!) before we go into the church, and we can (hopefully) avoid the worst of peak hour traffic by getting out of the city earlier.<br /><br />And now I had better show you the photos and get back to work. I have had to ask for a week's extension on handing in my thesis proposal (which they were happy to grant under the circumstances). I have done the "finding" part of my research and have a folder of relevant articles which I have skimmed and I am quite happy with the results (especially once I discovered that the university gives me access to the American law journals that I needed), but the actual reading, assimilating and summarising is not going as quickly as I had hoped - in formulating my working hypothesis, I am having the classic trouble of not being able to see the forest for the trees - although every day the picture of what I want to say grows a little clearer!<br /><br />So, first the smile - here is my Wombat having a little "tummy play time". You don't like it much unless you are propped up on some pillows so you can get a good look at the world, but you are having lots of fun here, talking to Spiny Norman. (Tonight we were playing "When Hedgehogs Attack!" with squealing Wombat giggles accompanying Spiny Norman kisses on your tummy, toes or chin.) <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLDZM1yjcv0cfvB2vAVlcKGiduBV8iM24gYs6M_8eS1GeF2tfr9BRGs02LvR5HV5EZKj8aWiHLFjZIZJCj_QC4ystZHX5jWwwTi7TccUpqD34b5A2UWkM7NgeSkupE7GNaRWmU3V-cnU/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221339968081778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCLDZM1yjcv0cfvB2vAVlcKGiduBV8iM24gYs6M_8eS1GeF2tfr9BRGs02LvR5HV5EZKj8aWiHLFjZIZJCj_QC4ystZHX5jWwwTi7TccUpqD34b5A2UWkM7NgeSkupE7GNaRWmU3V-cnU/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here you are showing off your new 00 suit... you look fatter than you really are, because you have slumped down on the pillow :D but once again the wide awake eyes and big smile are a contrast to last week...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiVw0ZU1SuPfgwZj4HHDeKwH61TTlIUTSD-VKLX3P0CXQ-9NnTNKKrNXLKgSp0I8-NT-Vv-WiD3j8trjCYU0uyrSS1a7yt0cQB3BL808QTc16KYB6cwwvmHB6Vy-E8QsL2EHuSlwA-aQ/s1600-h/009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221339968081794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiVw0ZU1SuPfgwZj4HHDeKwH61TTlIUTSD-VKLX3P0CXQ-9NnTNKKrNXLKgSp0I8-NT-Vv-WiD3j8trjCYU0uyrSS1a7yt0cQB3BL808QTc16KYB6cwwvmHB6Vy-E8QsL2EHuSlwA-aQ/s400/009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the gorgeous embroidered baby carrier we bought from a tribal village in China - all handmade! <br /><br />It cost us more for the postage than for the actual carrier - about AU$80 all up, and I would recommend them to anyone. We are totally happy with our purchase. (Does anyone know Chinese? I would love to know what the characters on the bottom panel mean!) <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0SNPh68XxY9dxwFsdqCrJF5zRIIe79y-ZxBsF3WIBt762_Sm3bruU5TRSBKFxzyB-S26Mog5UQcpdcVvajHuR1dLUoD1K319uBJ-1mQnjcvZvV4iC0_8UtopJ8jJTTp4nfs_mLvOrns/s1600-h/010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221344263049106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0SNPh68XxY9dxwFsdqCrJF5zRIIe79y-ZxBsF3WIBt762_Sm3bruU5TRSBKFxzyB-S26Mog5UQcpdcVvajHuR1dLUoD1K319uBJ-1mQnjcvZvV4iC0_8UtopJ8jJTTp4nfs_mLvOrns/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After spending two weeks looking carefully at all their designs, we finally decided to go with the dragon and phoenix design, thinking that even if it didn't work out as a carrier it would make a fantastic work of art for our wall. As it turned out, 4000 years of history mean a very well designed and functional product!<br /><br />Here I am wearing it - a front and side view - and yes, there is a rather large baby tucked in there, and you are perfectly happy...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmHrtGGwQ6TVFHYwmYbQkaEtRfF3ZopIsmjOHvEcwVEM1IQpOe0BBZJ5WcxjO9VNTy7NrbiGEGz7jJzvnr4-rmP5q1Ajh1ctNsX6dK4Y2phAESPwi1B9v1lNJ-dJkDB0AnTsfFxawFjs/s1600-h/011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221906903764898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmHrtGGwQ6TVFHYwmYbQkaEtRfF3ZopIsmjOHvEcwVEM1IQpOe0BBZJ5WcxjO9VNTy7NrbiGEGz7jJzvnr4-rmP5q1Ajh1ctNsX6dK4Y2phAESPwi1B9v1lNJ-dJkDB0AnTsfFxawFjs/s400/011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_T_CxKoyAL0T86F-qBOZ884OoHKWGRJ569oU9GGhMQnPgkQLML-miPh0uZjlB7elXG13fQq-QGtKVKTIzqgkuz7IyuUuMWbaOAhdP-vMsfTdylzOeuP5nEcOUUlPd2atKg8EzOPjJ94/s1600-h/012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221906903764914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir_T_CxKoyAL0T86F-qBOZ884OoHKWGRJ569oU9GGhMQnPgkQLML-miPh0uZjlB7elXG13fQq-QGtKVKTIzqgkuz7IyuUuMWbaOAhdP-vMsfTdylzOeuP5nEcOUUlPd2atKg8EzOPjJ94/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then a top-down view showing a sleeping Wombat!!! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51tKtJjVoKf25M1kootujUGE7xetSbI5DfR-heFgB7CFCSP7Ulji_dL75HQ_E2XQDZAUmHwO0lJJhY3bQEziPNIWcqEKZHex5JRP4BZRRIUI5nDqZg7nKp_6IIAB5pBZNhSIeOyLVgkw/s1600-h/013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221906903764930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51tKtJjVoKf25M1kootujUGE7xetSbI5DfR-heFgB7CFCSP7Ulji_dL75HQ_E2XQDZAUmHwO0lJJhY3bQEziPNIWcqEKZHex5JRP4BZRRIUI5nDqZg7nKp_6IIAB5pBZNhSIeOyLVgkw/s400/013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I can feed you in public while you're in there, in perfect comfort and privacy, and since you are held upright, it's a built-in burping machine!!! and best of all, if you're overtired and grizzling, you go to sleep in it almost immediately :D <br /><br />Another cute pic of you, Wombat - wearing your knitted pixie hat. The hat looks very easy to make - a knitted rectangle folded in half and stitched down the back, and at the front, the top is folded back and held with a button, and there is a little chin-strap which closes to a button on the other corner - simple but adorable!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZCyYPAMs-NDLkS9DH58L2p5eYZyo9KdGWopkV4gklMxZbkd32hsWc7ABSc5bE7f8zz7pthSdquCMsUJjQV9XgtK6iqXZh98Ho55N1pFgoq559bHQ6l9MTX2P5rXsvyq2Qfs6J_6n-Bs/s1600-h/014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221911198732242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZCyYPAMs-NDLkS9DH58L2p5eYZyo9KdGWopkV4gklMxZbkd32hsWc7ABSc5bE7f8zz7pthSdquCMsUJjQV9XgtK6iqXZh98Ho55N1pFgoq559bHQ6l9MTX2P5rXsvyq2Qfs6J_6n-Bs/s400/014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And finally, a little package arrived for me today from an internet friend in Houston, Texas. THANK YOU :D We loved all the little things she sent, but especially the snowflakes!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoJfLaxrSYAcvfhYUyZiB5yGDqn2-z_mjcn9k2l0I3ARN7VINY_5CaCNs-T3LdfZ_LPOut-nS-XBJ_F6WEecxPpaZ5qGxiZK4pvodMp1Jb8EIAuSdNHBMg2ZxgAmKIsf6vATFAN2hcaI/s1600-h/015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033221911198732258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRoJfLaxrSYAcvfhYUyZiB5yGDqn2-z_mjcn9k2l0I3ARN7VINY_5CaCNs-T3LdfZ_LPOut-nS-XBJ_F6WEecxPpaZ5qGxiZK4pvodMp1Jb8EIAuSdNHBMg2ZxgAmKIsf6vATFAN2hcaI/s400/015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We have been looking for a picture to put on my wardrobe, because Wombat, you spend a lot of time staring at it (studying the patterns in the veneer?) So I carefully glued the snowflakes (cut from magazine pictures) to some creamy pearlescent card, and now you has two lovely complex pictures to entertain you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGKLbRnhQQDmBKi_osmdQm0d1ydo-ro9NVjaT66Yphypt0ZMVSY6fTVeckvBBJ5qfEJU1BJGrpNP8sMbtwPZxF1VF3KlB8eU6kR9I2f4e5zWkI6X6SANiXjz524YqU4_f3mGxnw00W8U/s1600-h/016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033222877566373874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGKLbRnhQQDmBKi_osmdQm0d1ydo-ro9NVjaT66Yphypt0ZMVSY6fTVeckvBBJ5qfEJU1BJGrpNP8sMbtwPZxF1VF3KlB8eU6kR9I2f4e5zWkI6X6SANiXjz524YqU4_f3mGxnw00W8U/s400/016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can't see in this photo, but the picture on the left is of a field of yellow flowers with blue and green hills in the distance, while the picture on the right (my favourite!) is of a stand of trees reflected in a lake at sunset. You can see them from your bassinet (when not sound asleep!!!) but more importantly, you can see them when you are lying on our bed, where you spend most of the day at the moment. (Playtime often consists of watching Mummy clean the room...)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0