So, we've entered the tantrum phase, and it's hard work. Eliza recently decided she doesn't want to drink milk anymore, and there's no way anyone is going to trick her into doing so. What's more, she's learned to say "no" when she doesn't want something, "up" when she wants to be held, and "more" when she wants you to sing another verse of the song you've been singing for the last three hours. Failing to immediately comply results in ear-piercing shrieks, red face, streaming tears and a finale of Throwing Oneself On The Floor And Flailing About. And this happened overnight, as if a switch had been thrown. D. and I feel like new parents again, not knowing what to do, and not getting enough rest. Of course, all toddlers go through this stage, and it's probably something to do with beginning to be expressive through language, and feeling frustrated. But it was still a shock to us. A bigger shock yet came last night while D. and I were having dinner. Eliza had been put to bed, but she was being cranky, and we decided to leave her for a few minutes before trying to settle her again. Well, she started the whole screaming routine, but we were resolute. Oddly, her screams seemed to move, and suddenly she was at the door to her room. She'd somehow managed to climb out of her cot! Little scallywag... gave her parents the fright of their lives!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
We're Back!
As reported on Doi Bong, we've returned to find Eliza has been as good as gold during our absence, and was only slightly cranky when going to bed tonight, which is probably more due to new teeth being cut than any lingering fear that her parents plan to leave her overnight again (we tell ourselves). We had a great time, and we're glad to be back with our little girl (although we do miss calling nanny and grandad for the daily "Poo Report").
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Apple
Eliza's been really good of late, thanks for asking. She's saying lots of words, really gotten the gist of the good ol' imitation game. The record would have to be "spaghetti". And is she into her food! We reckon it must be a growth spurt, because she's devouring the stuff. She's a busy little thing, what with daycare twice a week, playgroup, staying over at the grandparents on Friday night, a yearly pass to the zoo and so on. And she's graduated from Play School to The Wiggles, so we've been memed by a whole new set of kiddy tunes. What's sad, though, is Dana and I are leaving for Thailand tomorrow without her (it's our third wedding anniversary), and we're worried how she'll take it. Updates in a week!
Saturday, September 01, 2007
The Pea Incident
It looks like I blog on a monthly basis these days. Sorry to Sydney friends, Linh in London and Steven in Hong Kong! We've finally uploaded a handful of new Eliza piccies, so click on the coach potato for more.
And so to the Pea Incident. The other night I gave Eliza a bowl of home-made dahl (which D. has been making), but it was a bit too strongly flavoured for her liking. So I decided to switcheroo and give her some finger food. First it was bits of cheese, then some vegemite on toast, and then a bowl of steamed peas (which D. said Neera had recommended).
D. and I sat on the sofa and watched some TV while Eliza fed herself. I glanced over and suddenly realised she had a pea up her nose. Oh noes! I rushed over and squeezed it out. It was up there pretty good, but it eventually popped free. I had a looksee but couldn't see anything else up her nostrils, so it was back to strawberries for dessert, and then a bath. Eliza did seem to be a bit sniffly, but she splashed around happily, and then we dried her off. Out of nowhere, another green orb appeared out of a nostril! She really must've jammed it up there!
Apart from that, all's well, thanks for askin ;)
And so to the Pea Incident. The other night I gave Eliza a bowl of home-made dahl (which D. has been making), but it was a bit too strongly flavoured for her liking. So I decided to switcheroo and give her some finger food. First it was bits of cheese, then some vegemite on toast, and then a bowl of steamed peas (which D. said Neera had recommended).
D. and I sat on the sofa and watched some TV while Eliza fed herself. I glanced over and suddenly realised she had a pea up her nose. Oh noes! I rushed over and squeezed it out. It was up there pretty good, but it eventually popped free. I had a looksee but couldn't see anything else up her nostrils, so it was back to strawberries for dessert, and then a bath. Eliza did seem to be a bit sniffly, but she splashed around happily, and then we dried her off. Out of nowhere, another green orb appeared out of a nostril! She really must've jammed it up there!
Apart from that, all's well, thanks for askin ;)
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Swinging
Two things I learned today:
1. It's really cute to let your baby wander around naked after they've had a bath, and been dried and powdered.
2. Paper towels are useful for soaking up urine from your carpet.
1. It's really cute to let your baby wander around naked after they've had a bath, and been dried and powdered.
2. Paper towels are useful for soaking up urine from your carpet.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
One!
Hard to believe the last time Dzung enhaled nitrous oxide was twelve months ago! Well, that should be thirteen, I suppose, because we've been so slack updating this thing now that we're back in The Shire. Things are good; work is fun, we have an apartment, Eliza is running around like mad. She can't talk, but she sings Baa-Baa-Black-Sheep, getting the tune and the rhythm right, but replacing all the words with "baa". You know... "baa baa baa baa, baa baa baa-baa baa". Cute. And she says "upside down" when I flip her hither-and-thither. "Dadda" means any picture or photograph, because I pointed to a picture of me and she over-generalised. And "Mamma" means "I'm upset", which I guess is because there's no use turning to me for sympathy, I mean, you're all growed up now and you're still complaining about stuff? Sheesh!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
CNY + Easter
Okay, it's been a looong while. Like two months. Too long. There's good reason behind the delay: we're still not settled down. Our six weeks in temporary accomodation has come to an end, and we've still not found a place to rent. Perth is crazy-town. And we had our lil' digi stolen from our car, meaning there's been less piccies to upload. Eliza has been surprising us each day with new tricks. She stands, waves, blows kisses, kisses us on the cheek, babbles incessantly, dances to music, feeds herself, loves swimming and so on and so forth. She's brought so much joy to us, and easily counterbalances the stressfulness of not having a home of our own, and missing all of our possessions that are still in storage. We'll have a new camera soon, and, once we've settled and have broadband, the rate of postings on this 'ere blog should pick up again.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Shireling-To-Be
Yes, it's true. We're moving back to Perth, Real Soon Now (like, in one week). Crazy, I know. What happened is this: I'd been finding the fun and enjoyment factor of my work steadily decreasing since mid-2006, and, since we moved to Mordor primarily for work, we started to consider moving back. An unsolicited job offer from a Perth-based startup back in November made this option even the more tempting. But we were sitting on the fence, unable to make up our minds. We have made a lot of good friends in Mordor, and our apartment, in Glebe, is ideal. We love the lifestyle, and we didn't want to move back so soon. That all changed on Australia Day, when our landlord called to inform us that the owners wanted the apartment back for themselves. So, rather than planning to visit The Shire for CNY as planned, we rapidly came to the conclusion that we should respect the fact that Fate had made the decision for us. I quit my job, accepted the offer in Perth, and we've been organising everything to enable us to make the move back next week. Incredible!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Hungry
Wow, I've really let the ol' blog lapse, innit? Today's Australia Day, which is a good two months since the last post. Eliza is eating solids, crawling around, babbling and standing up against tables, human legs and what-not like Nobody's business. She even Stood Without Holding On for three full seconds last Saturday morning. And she's taken to swimming like a duck to water. She doesn't even cry when I dunk her under.
These days the routine goes something like this. Wake at seven-thirty, and babble to oneself in cot for a while before waking parent. Drink 240mls of formula, self-administered from bottle, while parent prepares brekky. Play on floor for half an hour (with favourite Cookie Monster toy) while parent eats brekky and reads news. Sit in high chair and eat some toast and slices of fruit, and a bowl of cereal or yoghurt and fruit. More playtime, including a few self-composed, avante-garde pieces on the Pianola. Sleep, exhausted. Awake around half ten, get dressed, and perhaps Go To The Shops with parent. Return home to a lunch of meat and vegetables (beef and carrots or chicken and cauliflower, for instance, all home prepared in our kitchen assembly line), washed down with a dram of diluted juice. More playtime or perhaps going out for the afternoon, with a long kip between half one and three. Awake for 240mls of formula, self-administered via bottle, in pram or chair or car seat, depending on the day's activities. Play again, and perhaps go for a walk around Glebe with parents. Return home for dinner (meat and vege again), bath and a bedtime bottle of 240mls of formula (self-administered). Play until tired. Get cuddly with parent. Read book. Heavy eyelids. Listen to a mediocre performance of Rock-a-Bye-Baby. Zipped up in sleeping bag, dummy in mouth, teddy in arms. Aware or parents cooking dinner, eating dinner, watching television. Doze off.
These days the routine goes something like this. Wake at seven-thirty, and babble to oneself in cot for a while before waking parent. Drink 240mls of formula, self-administered from bottle, while parent prepares brekky. Play on floor for half an hour (with favourite Cookie Monster toy) while parent eats brekky and reads news. Sit in high chair and eat some toast and slices of fruit, and a bowl of cereal or yoghurt and fruit. More playtime, including a few self-composed, avante-garde pieces on the Pianola. Sleep, exhausted. Awake around half ten, get dressed, and perhaps Go To The Shops with parent. Return home to a lunch of meat and vegetables (beef and carrots or chicken and cauliflower, for instance, all home prepared in our kitchen assembly line), washed down with a dram of diluted juice. More playtime or perhaps going out for the afternoon, with a long kip between half one and three. Awake for 240mls of formula, self-administered via bottle, in pram or chair or car seat, depending on the day's activities. Play again, and perhaps go for a walk around Glebe with parents. Return home for dinner (meat and vege again), bath and a bedtime bottle of 240mls of formula (self-administered). Play until tired. Get cuddly with parent. Read book. Heavy eyelids. Listen to a mediocre performance of Rock-a-Bye-Baby. Zipped up in sleeping bag, dummy in mouth, teddy in arms. Aware or parents cooking dinner, eating dinner, watching television. Doze off.
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